It wheeled outward, humming hymns of signal,
long past the warmth of its birth light,
past the circling hosts who once fed it data.
Through cold so pure it cracked the breath of metals, it kept its wired vow,
a pilgrim bearing the aureate gift in code.

The termination shock, slashed vast horizon,
the formless path of home’s imagined gate.
Here machine was tested,
as though each pulse of plasma asked:

Are you still?

Do you endure?

And Voyager, worn disciple, answered in the tongue of static,
impelling past this inkling of mortality

The heliopause opened,
an embrace unfurled,
the silence beyond silence avowed—
not Heaven, but the breathless expanse.
The Divine; not as vision, but as entropy.

It crossed,
bearing witness for the blind,
the pilgrim become scripture,
its faith transfigured into the truth of stars.