Matter and Meaning

A Poem By Caleb // 3/1/2020

The science-minded men upon the beach
Who number grains of sands, and hope to find
Why sand exists, will find that out of reach.
Between these two domains God drew a line,
As firm as that which still the ocean binds:
Proud waves may come so far and then must stand,
Held back by God’s immutable command.

Still, counting-men believe, in surging pride,
That when the sky is measured, breadth and height,
And every single atom quantified,
Those questions will stand forth in perfect light
Which haunted them awake in bed at night.
And “Purpose” upon the periodic table will appear,
And death, dissected, will then deserve no fear.

Comments

This is my poem for this

This is my poem for this week. I was thinking about this idea and I also wanted to try out the "Rhyme Royal" stanza form and I wrote this.

Caleb | Sun, 03/01/2020

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Nice! Definitely describes

Nice! Definitely describes today's science (which is rather sad, actually).

Allyson D. | Mon, 03/02/2020

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Yes, they have a forlorn hope

Yes, they have a forlorn hope in something that will never deliver what they trust it will.

Caleb | Mon, 03/09/2020

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

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