With time, the Man of Science <br />When he has eminence, <br />Obeys his conscience, <br />Knowing God’s omnipotence. <br /> <br />As he becomes quite old, <br />The Science that ruled his world <br />Has transformed into Art! <br />When time ’tis to depart. <br /> <br />His past is now a dream; <br />The years like weeks now seem; <br />Within himself, he smiles, <br />For having lapped Life’s miles! <br /> <br />When old-age sets no doubt, <br />If he had won his bout, <br />His sense of achievement, <br />Goads him to betterment. <br /> <br />And now, he has the time, <br />And in his mind the clime, <br />In Science, now Art so keen, <br />To seek the God unseen! <br /> <br />The Science he had nurtured, <br />Looks so much now fractured; <br />Perhaps, like modern-sex, <br />It has become complex! <br /> <br />And now in his old-age, <br />He feels no doubt a sage; <br />Within his old heart’s page, <br />Has battle’s much to wage. <br /> <br />The Modern Science, he knows, <br />Has been perhaps in those <br />Seers centuries ago <br />Who had lesser ego! <br /> <br />Vexed, he furthers his Art, <br />To which he gives his heart! <br />And sees the God he sought, <br />All through his life so oft!<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/science-and-art-man-and-god/
