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.”