A Construct of Thoughts

An examination of the relationship between science and God

A deep resonance vibrates within the abyss

While rings of waves glide from the center:

 

A pebble dropped.

A stone of inspiration.

 

Like the beat of the heart

Or butterfly’s wings

We take to the sky and soar.

 

But still we live in darkness.

 

No matter the heavens we map

Or the seas that we sail

Still we exist within the dark:

Receiving sensations of something greater and unseen.

Something beyond our construct of thought.

 

Who can take the shapeless and construct its form?

Who’s fingers glide gently across the ribbon of time?

God?

Who is God?

Who is God but that which we do not know?

 

Lightening was his spear before we knew electrons;

Volcanoes were his wrath before we understood our molten core.

So now it seems that the bones of grace threaten exposure;

With every answer found, we take another bite of fruit.

 

Who is God?

After all that’s left is a Forbidden Core; seeds spilled across the ground:

God is us.