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.