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The Spark Divine (poem)

Though we doubt existence
of God, no one knows how
birds know when to sing.
When a poor fool attributes
all of this to some divine spark,
he's derided for his simple answer
by others still in the dark.

While we know exactly
when the sun may set,
few of us can explain why
some sunsets are rosy
while others are drab and gray.

A generation may pass
before a wisened scientist
steps up to hypothesize that
in all life, there is a spark divine.
In response to his hypothesis,
the whole world might jeer:
"We knew that all along!"

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