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Listening to God
In the shore of the ever flowing stream
In the rain forests of Bahia,
Darwin sat and listened to the words of God
Through his eyes,
His or Her laws that spins out myriads of forms
Of all imaginable color and shapes
Of butterflies
Of Palmyra palms
Of human beings with primal needs.
I listen to His or Her words
Displayed in vivid color
In the wee hours of the morning
When the sun still too lazy to wake up
But the sky becomes glorious
With colors that smears everything on its way
From stinking places to National cathedral
As if playing holi, the festival of colors
Every day.
In the lab of thousand scientists
The genes and proteins
Clamor to tell us
What they do and why they do it
And how they play their roles
In deep beneath the cells
To keep you and me
And the planktons alive
To feed and breed
Also to listen to the words of God
In His or Her action
That speaks louder than words
In holy books.
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February 2009 |