We build such sensitive radio telescopes,
And in them we place such high hopes.
Listening deeply across the universe, non-stop,
They’re capable of hearing even a snowflake drop!
We build powerful telescopes through which to peer,
Across the very vast universal frontier.
Searching for clues to help us understand,
The universe’s past, its ‘motherland’.
We’re told whatever these devices may reveal,
Will for mankind the universal past unseal.
And that in straining to peer and hear from the past,
We will get clues from that ‘first universal blast.’
Yet in all of our straining to look and listen,
We ignore the ‘in your face’ clues God has given.
Many consider what He has said as simply fiction.
Thus we persist in piling up costs and data mountains.
His clues quietly scream His permeating presence,
As the denominator of all that is science.
His visible clues affirm what He’s said in His Word,
And they also underscore how much science has erred.
We send signals to spacecraft with no hindrance,
Yet miss the signals God sends to our conscience.
His clues also point to another dimension,
That always seems to escape our attention.
His presence permeates life’s every fiber and aspect,
Though we deny there is a Creator and Architect.
As we ponder and theorize about dark matter,
We foolishly insult the One Who is life’s Author.
Science, keep on listening, peering and wondering.
In a short while, He’ll be upstaging your blundering!
Coming back in a blaze of GLORY with folk like me in tow,
His very presence upending scientific status quo!
~o~Ever listening and peering, yet we veer,
Rarely hearing what is meant for us to hear.
