mottled grey is its name
a duller shade there never was
never sought the world's acclaim
never heard the world's applause

yet it defies the worldly naysayers
those who laugh at heartfelt prayers
those who live in academic enclave
bound and blinded as science-slave

grace is its name
as it traverses the heavens
its leisured pace
tracing impressions

with elegance and ease
of ballet dancer
like softest breeze
gives tacit answer

to those who worship Darwinian myth
kneel before its monolith
give adulation before their god
with scarce a thought to their slipshod

methods of rebuff 'n dismissal
with carefree handwave and a whistle
of all who see G-d's Divinity
His music in world's symphony