The Great Big Mystery Of God
Rama Lakshman, age 12

Science is the unfaultable answer,
To everything you’ve ever wanted to know.
Certain compounds, complicated formulas,
Are all a creature needs to grow.
No, there is a God, a superior master,
Whose robe is the vast silky skies.
Guiding us like a shepherd guides his sheep,
Listening to our worries, sending his replies.
The world, a coincidence or intricately planned,
Religion, essential or an age old prank.
My mind is a overflowing river of conflict,
But I can’t seem to fully climb to either bank.
Maybe the two aren’t as different as they seem,
Maybe God and science could both be right.
Whilst the magic of big bang created the whole universe,
Could someone have been keeping our Earth in sight?
If science gave us H20 maybe God created rivers and seas,
With waves surging fiercely, their energy supreme.
As science gave us strong winds, sweet fruit and trees,
Was someone there softly smiling, at this immense scheme?
Surely you can’t find God in only a particular religion,
But in all of them he could reside.
Perhaps he’s the source of joy and compassion,
That’s in every one of us, as our loving guide.
I know that joy and love can’t be put in a formula,
But neither can years of science be discarded as wrong.
Maybe both dwell together, Algebra and the Almighty,
However I will never be sure, so my decision I prolong.
Where God really hides no mere humans will learn.
I can guess and I can trust but I don’t know which way to turn.