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Poetry – Miracles and Wonders – A poem about science and technology.

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Poetry – Miracles and Wonders – A poem about science and technology.

Presenting science to people who have not seen it before would be the same as presenting magic.

Technology harnesses the knowledge of science to create pragmatic solutions. It makes the impossible an everyday event.

How quickly we accept the wonders given to us by science and technology. They transform our lives but we no longer accept them as miracles.

Yet every day is a miracle. The universe is a wonder.

Science is unlocking understanding on an ever widening front. Its rate is incredible. The world we live in has no comparison with the world of a mere hundred years ago. That is not due to prayer it is due to science and technology.

Yet the wonders we work with are only beginning to be understood. The densest solid has a billion times more space than matter. The forces that make the world solid are still barely understood. We have learn to harness them and are beginning to unlock their secrets.

Science is only at the beginning. It thrives on secrets and mystery. Soon we will know the secrets of forever.

Miracles and Wonders

 

Walking on water –

It’s easy;

Just a question of temperature.

Performing miracles –

Simple;

Merely a case of nomenclature.

 

Everything an issue of perspective,

For all new science is wondrous.

Where religion is reprehensive,

The universe is simply lustrous.

 

Each day a miracle;

On the bridge

Over the river.

We walk on water

With wonders

To deliver.

 

Technology has a metre;

A poem of substance.

Science reveals mystery

Its understanding to enhance.

 

For the world is real,

An orgy of Quark,

Gathered in clans,

Holding hands

In atoms

In the dark.

 

We mould them,

Bolt them,

And quietly

Jolt them.

 

Linking them in bricks

In struts and girder,

Nails and wood,

Cement and solder.

 

Constructing all around us

Out of forces

We have not yet found

The sources.

 

Science adores the mystery

It is the basis of our history.

 

Opher 4.8.2015

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