and what is there to fear in the refuge of bedrock, in the embrace of flaming sword and iron shield, in bronze hands that cradled us when we were but dust beneath a night sky filled with stars, who spoke past the rivulets of time to forge seas from the embers of dying stars and unfurled entropy into a flat sheet across an ever expanding universe, of a god who, looking at angels with wings the size of galaxies, sought to make a home for a host of insignificant creations instead, whose lives could be measured out in grains of sand, spooled in mitotic spindles of telomeres, fragile pieces of DNA covered with the fingerprints of divinity.
i like science, i like god, i like writing poems that incorporate both!