Sacred Science


Sacred Science

by Denise Fuehrer Burnette

 

Because it does not fit

into your perfect equation

you say it does not exist

 

Because you cannot pick it apart

piece by piece

to find the tiny source that makes it tick

you say it is not real

 

Let me ask you, Oh man of Science

When did you become our God?

Perhaps when you “proved”

the non-existence

of the previous deity?

 

When did your tools become the only source of Truth

in this misguided world?

 

When did your hand

become the holder of the Holy Grail?

 

You hold your textbook like a bible

your ruler like a scepter

your podium… a pulpit

 

As we sit in our desks

emptied of all judgment

and look to you

for the answers

you cannot give

 

The way our ancestors did

kneeling,               heads bowed in admiration

toward a man who said He knew the truth

and They did not

 

When will we learn

to look inside

to search the uncharted depths

of our own souls?

 

There

in a place where time becomes eternity

where self becomes other

and Love becomes everything

 

Only there will we find Truth

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