by “Convergence”
What is this presence behind the scene
While science and spirit converge in scream
Describing same only separate seen.
Pulse of life, pulled from frame
What prevents its passing aid
Back to that it used to be
Anchored down from thee unseen.
Across connections without cord
Therein a secret lays
Just time imagined without her hands
For mans’ demand, this maze.
Even now wise men know
The smaller that things get
Greater gifts can come from it
Along a souls subsist.
Science is seeing as faith is to feel
How to join their hands
So each may learn a greater truth
Of that beyond expanse.
What is this presence behind the scene
While science and spirit converge in scream
Describing same only separate seen.
Pulse of life, pulled from frame
What prevents its passing aid
Back to that it used to be
Anchored down from thee unseen.
Across connections without cord
Therein a secret lays
Just time imagined without her hands
For mans’ demand, this maze.
Even now wise men know
The smaller that things get
Greater gifts can come from it
Along a souls subsist.
Science is seeing as faith is to feel
How to join their hands
So each may learn a greater truth
Of that beyond expanse.
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