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.
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