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God's Realm
God’s is the realm beyond man’s understanding. Underway is rapid and rabid deforestation of God’s domain. As science expands, so does the chasm between God and men. Men think. Thinking gives men science. Men love science. Men love themselves. So they push God back. They love God less. They need God less. They think. By countless prayers God would provide bountiful harvests or terrible famines. Science provides pesticides, fertilizers and genetically amplified crops. So the chasm expands. By unquestioning trust God would heal the sick and lame or forgive the sinner. Science provides vaccines and medicines, it explains that genetics determine behavior - there is no sin. So the chasm expands. By candlelight, monks and scholars would study scripture and draw nearer to God. Science provides electricity and the internet where religion is a mocked antiquity. So the chasm expands. The width of the chasm is the reach of the Hubble --and still-- God dwells beyond the realm of man’s understanding across the chasm of man’s pride, in the realm of faith. Waiting eagerly and sorrowful in the silence for a prayer, for some trust, for some lost soul to find Him. For when science fails a man, he looks across the chasm for God and a perfect love bridges the gap, provides bounty, heals wounds, forgives sins, and grants light still. Despite what men think. 06/12/15 *this was more like a stream of consciousness/free-write than a poem.
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