G. O. D.

                    Good Orderly Direction, God’s own mind,
                    Pervades the Cosmos—the Akashic Field
                    By which what’s manifest has been designed,
                    Where all potentiality’s concealed.

                   Now here we are who fathom such intents,
                   A kind of matter risen to consciousness
                   And learning better to make sense
                   By science of what before was but a guess,

                  A superstitious fantasy or myth
                  Now giving way to cosmic theories,
                  A keener means to make discoveries with
                  And finally what’s ultimate may seize—

                       At which point we’ll have read the mind of God,
                       We progeny of Adam, once a clod.

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