Poetry Archive

Paint a Picture on the Sky

Paint a picture on the sky
Tell everyone it's true
It does not matter that you lie
If you secure that peer review

Call it science because today
Scientists have street cred
There is no proof but let's play
A game with facts that are misread

Big Bang and Evolution rock
They explain the how of things
They belong to the largest clock
That tells the time for everything

The details are mapped and clear
In top professor's minds
And yet I hold a tiny fear
They exaggerate their clever finds.

Maybe we don't really know
How we came to stand right here
Would it be such a blow?
To say we were not a seer

Of things lost in distant past
Known only to the Divine mind
Of timescapes so vast
Of which only He is not blind.