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