And The Twain Is Yet To Meet

I once looked through the window Known for its scientific law, Trying to know the world wide— The universe spread outside, To understand why we're here, But the scene was far from clear. I then looked through the window— A kind of strange crystal ball That spiritual we call, And a different view I saw. Both looked at same universe, And yet the view was diverse. None of two views was complete, And differed more than would meet. Both left out essential facts And vast chunks of worthy tracts, Both had followers their own, Both with contentious bone! We've now a jigsaw puzzle, Putting them prone, a riddle! _______________________________________ Reflections |04.03.2020| Topic: faith, science, spirituality