Science, philosophy, theosophy,
I've stuffed them all into my pack,
biology, chemistry, anatomy,
too late to go back.
Yet, the void is empty.
Stellar universes to explore,
and what do I think I'll find,
as I stuff these hard, cold facts
into the grind...
of God in man, and man in God,
over and over again.
All that is, in every casual nod,
Look! There he is; God!
I, in He, and He, in me.
The Great I Am
and I Am beginning to see.
What shall become of me
when he calls me home,
and all these hard, cold facts?
to be held in the hand;
yet, adding to the stature of all I Am.
If infant possibility be the coin,
the master left with the servant,
I shall say, "Look, Lord, I bring you many
hard, cold, facts."
But if love be the coin,
still as insubstantial as the rest,
I can only offer my tattered heart,
and wonder if I shall ever pass that test.
(For the 'Personifying Science' Contest)