Some people are contented with their faith
And see the world through a different lens
And in their miracles and their magic bathe,
As Father Christmas the young children ken.
Others, pragmatically, look for evidence
Upon the Earth or somewhere out in space,
Searching for the answers true and dense
To explain themselves, this time, this place.
Yet if logic and a hopeful faith contend,
Then the superstitious must finally renounce
Many facts that in life greatness wends,
As false, a conspiracy by all accounts.
Though an act of faith takes but a simple leap,
Yet complex Evolution still will ever slowly seep.
(CBB Nov 2011)
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