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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