Electric Rabbit God
Scientific minds are forever racing God.
Like greyhounds pursuing electric rabbits
tongues hanging from frothing mouths
explaining miracles away with equations-
They'll never catch infinity or bottle perfection.
nor can they put a patent on heaven
They call miracles by a different name.
The sick and the weathered are closer to God.
They can glean spectacular from mundane
Their palms are open - have the etchings of Christ
They don't have to race the electric rabbit
it hops over to them, willingly.
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