A Poem to the Divine

Genre: Christianity | Science

I have always loved you,

But some people down here say

That to love you I must hate science,

I sometimes don’t understand why.

For how can I love you,

And then claim to hate science?

Can I truly love the Creator,

If I hate Her Creation?

To me, science was only His mouthpiece

To explain the ‘hows’ when the Holy Book explained the ‘whys’

Of course it never truly explained the Divine, and how could it?

When its comprehension itself couldn’t contain the human brain.

But its laws and rhythmic mechanisms have always

And always pointed out to something

Just something out there: a supernatural power,

An Intelligent Design, a Divine Energy, the Beginning of all beginnings.

And that was you. Although I admit,

I can never fully understand you

You’ve never failed to fascinate me;

The nemophilist and astrophile inside are always in constant amazement.

Together they yearn to seek this Designer

The Creator of Heavenly beauty and of earthly me.

Likewise, the scientist in me stands in constant curiosity

Of this Incomprehensible Energy and Her hidden traces in nature.

You’ve placed the stars in the sky

Making them of hydrogen and helium

With small amounts of carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and iron;

Coincidentally, you made us too of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen.

‘So I’m a star!’, my sister exclaims

Well, in a way yes. Or may be not

But when it comes to us and the stars,

A lot we have in common are it’s elements.

How did you do it?

I just cannot fathom.

The wonders we have discovered

And the secrets yet to discover!

When an electric shock could be fatal

My brain carries electrical impulses

Travelling at 2 miles to 200 miles per hour

In the smallest of voltages, how?

There is so much to know about the human body itself

But then, in about seven years, none of my cells will be the same

What then is this body that I hold onto so dearly,

That will only go from order to chaos as I age?

And you just knew didn’t you?

That the night I was formed

That just the right gametes would fuse

To make me so different and yet so similar.

Who, which you already knew, would about

Seventeen years later write a poem to you

In a state of confusion, wondering as to why

The love of God had to mean the disbelief in science.

Well I guess that shouldn’t bother me

Probably religious dogmas weren’t meant for me.

Because there are us who love to see myths debunked

And then they’re those who love to live in ignorance.

And you also knew didn’t you

That when you gifted each of us with strengths

You’d bestow me with the art of writing

And make that one the strongest of all the talents I have .

Sometimes I wonder if you were

Just a little too generous with me

Blessing ordinary people with extraordinary gifts

Making me the canvas of your divine art.

 How did you do it?

I just cannot fathom.

The wonders we have discovered

And the secrets yet to discover!

The nemophilist and astrophile have run out of words

The scientist too has run out of words.

But what remains now is a believer knowing that

Science is simply the art gallery of her Loved One.