Newton
I, Newton, in science doth e’er
believe
tho’ ne’er the same of the Trinity.
Gravity begs my mind to retrieve
that Rationalism reveals my true
affinity.
Anguished am I, these thoughts I
doth harbor
"Apostasy!" they’d say, I
hide them from view.
Writing in my journal reveals my
ardor,
Science or God? Canst but one be
true?
To think, to behold, to study and
wonder
my thoughts of God, written to
none.
For secrets remain, the Clergy doth
ponder:
"Is it science or God? There
is only One!"
The Forest for me that most
reverent God,
upon its branches my mind doth see.
Idolatry to Three beckons a fraud
as the apple does fall so close to
this tree.
The shoulders of Kepler, Galileo
and Boyle
support unyielding this long arc
of science.
Enlightened our minds, a lab we doth
toil’d
to unlock the secrets, tho’ in God, show defiance.
Then Science it is! The optics are
clear.
The numbers don’t lie, calculus is
real.
Inertia and motion, equal, opposite
- no fear.
Predictable as always, the church
bells still peal.
Peter Hilger
July 8, 2021

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