like a child wise

i came upon a nest of eggs as a child
the chirping led me to its source
positioned on the lee of our shack
nestled in a circular parabolic dome 
of bits of sticks and strands of string and fluff
within this marvel that enchanted my pre adolescent mind
my heart sang a simple song of unrestrained joy
the baby birds reached out to me with yellow lips
below their forming beaks
they squirmed with naked skin, no feathers grown
they chirped in high pitched tones
sharper than those of baby naked mice
i stared in wonder and left them undisturbed
a mental note somehow recorded in my being
years later within the imposed confines of university
i stared blankly at the page and at the chalk
that diagrammed the source of life and how it sprang,
with charts, molecular, schematic inductive deductive reams
and reams of paper, pen and billions, bits of broken facts
dissected, inspected, recapitulated, 
inscibed, inscribed, prescribed,
my lonely soul, it thirsted,
became entombed in quarries of rocks

my heart became as lead
as i ingested these theories manifold
the light i had as a child became as dim
darkened by the twist of philosophic science 
absent the college logos displayed toward him
over time more and more removed

science birthed by renaissance with the light of God
replaced by those who claimed 
to know more than what my spirit knew
such things like the little birds
the forms of countless  creatures
great and small in varied, splendid, lovely forms
could never in billions of eons,
arisen on their very own

i looked inside the eyes of my wanting dog
his tongue lolled in anticipation,
for me to hold and cuddle him
for me to provide his needs and give him comfort
i, the center of his universe
desiring my love and attention

i purged these thoughts of wanton random theories,
those that are in their very essence meaningless and vain,
grabbed my fishing pole, and his frizzbie
i called,
"here boy, let's go fetch some fish and play,"

the chirping of some tiny birds somewhere 
high in the cottonwoods sounded clear,
filled my memory with childhood memories exceedingly dear
the sun bore testimony to the joy that sudden did explode,
in my heart this fine spring day,
as i sang praise to the God who made it all