Physics Is How

A poem

 

Physics is how God hides.

It’s what hides him.

 

What a brilliant disguise!

No one would ever guess.

 

Except those who did.

But it was guesswork,

 

conjecture, just like

physics, like working

 

scientists working.

Flushed out, he was,

 

his secret, by so few,

a mystic here, a child

 

there. Always

the option to deny.

 

That was the point.

That is his point.

 

Physics is how God

hides so you can be

 

totally free, freely

free of him as in

 

the freedom of the glory

of the children of God.

 

See? So you can

say “There is no God.”