A myriad charged electrons coursing around Their nuclear suns: This is my study table; The very wood of it, I mean, as found In yours, and mine, and theirs, and theirs; a fable More preposterous than dreams, yet true. My hand feels an inert surface, weight is supported, Vision of things beyond is blocked; still through My senses I am deceived, fact is distorted. If then my scientific mind cries out: "There is no God -- I cannot see Him, hear Him, Touch His face"; shall this be cause for doubt? Always the troubled, seeking heart draws near Him, Finding in things unseen the evidence Of super-sensory Intelligence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER REMEMBERED MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN |