Your god is too small—
this science, this rational-dependent mind, this earthbound philosophy.
Since when did such a god ever come close to redeeming,
ever come close to blessing?
Does DNA love me? Does nuclear fission long for my relationship?
How many prayers has biology answered,
and how many musical compositions have risen unbidden, undirected,
from tectonic activity and volcanic explosions?
Marvelous observations! Yes.
Marvelous discoveries. Certainly.
But if this is all there is, if this is how big your god is,
what a small god.
What a small pitiable god, this science.
Your hungering heart is not just chemicals and firing synapses.
Your weeping eyes are not just lysozome and water.
Open your eyes to the largeness—
to the other.
Beyond the brokenness, beyond the tainted veil, beyond this war zone,
open your eyes to wonder,
to the largeness of Creator.
Listen to the call of Love, wanderer, both bruised and blind:
your god is too small.