Though human ken, expertise always count,
As science has made forays in bigger ways,
Luck matters too, when problems you surmount,
Accomplishing feats in each earthly case.
The human brain and gadgets have done well;
But things must happen as per fixed schedule;
Space travel, robotic surgery tell
That calculations must be good by rule!
Despite all mundane factors, known, unknown,
We find the hands of God at work unseen,
In every seed that grows in wild or sown –
A fact of Nature that has always been!
Nothing on earth is wrought by human toil,
Unless the mundane lamp gets divine oil!
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