Grasping at Gaps
There are still things that you don’t understand, he said,
Things that your science cannot yet command, he said,
Things that will always be strange and unplanned,
Till you see our Lord God at their head.
That’s true, but I think you are crowing too soon, I said,
True, but we’re learning, for all you impugn, I said,
True, but just shrugging won’t fly to the moon,
But it will gawp up limply instead.
Rhyming Couplets 