Saint of the Veil

Patron Saint of satellites and denizens of the upper orbits. Patron Saint of remote moons and celestial bodies. Patron saint of mapmakers, explorers and doomed astronauts - keeper of the far field. The Saint who lifted the curtain, who went on the ten million year journey through the stars. Saint of the solar winds. Past Saturn’s rings, rippling like dresses in the wind. Past Neptune and Uranus, dull blue, who whisper secrets up to the wandering saint like drowned sisters, telling her gossip about the cold little family beyond. Then the outer lot, Pluto first and his crony Charon, the other distant little dwarf planets. She stands for the furthest step taken from home, the long line drawn in the sand that goes over the horizon. She was with us when the first huddle of proto humans shambled out into the savannah, the first canoe sailed beyond the sight of land. She charts the starry sky forever.