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A most genius, scientific mind, whom I respect,
with chalkboards full of numbers and symbols;
such mathematical equations and theories
as to boggle the ordinary mind, spoke these words,
"No room for God."
I find that odd.

The same words spoken to Mary and Joseph.
The irony couldn't be stranger,
thus Jesus, born in a manger.

Everything so condensed to nothing, given birth with a bang.
How long was nothing, nothing; till it became everything?
Who knew or made a difference in the two?
What was the cause of this evident explosion?
The answer isn't odd.
It, my friend, was God.

He reveals himself through numbers and scientific discoveries.
From infinities our minds can't see,
and so small the number three.

He himself, father, son and holy spirit;
we being body, mind and soul.
And the great scientific discovery of atoms;
even those three parts well known.
So let us give a nod.
There is only room for God.

He is Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end'
Jehova and The Great I Am,
Jesus, the precious Lamb.

Author's note:
What some call universal intelligence;
I call God.
I will not deny him.


Contest: God
Sponsor: Regina Riddle

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