Did Einstein overlook a mystic zone
where pillars, gold and blue, uphold God's throne?
Four energies sustain the universe,
and spur 'creation fables' to disperse.
More wondrous than old myths, the endless chain
of scientific thought lays out a feast
of facts and laws to charge the human brain.
As consciousness expands, the monkey beast
that was our root recedes, and nova souls
billow and bloom. Where skiffs once skimmed known shoals,
huge arks now steer to all ports and frontiers,
floodlighting astonishing new spheres.
That brings us back to God. I do adore
that rarest purest whiff of things divine.
The ways of Grace may wait at some far shore,
but physics rules on this side of that line.