A roaring fire entrances the large-eyed
Denizens; outside, the sun broiling the sands
Proposes truths as tough as salt-cured hide.
In Darwin’s study, texts on writing standsAgonise that turtles or finches, pryed,
Might flash with that chemistry at the sea’s strands
Which jostled them into being like a tide.
What reconciles? Teilhard knits Plato’s FormsWith Darwin’s murderous facts to fling a spawn
Of consciousness through galaxies; while tough
Aquinas prises things to find the norms
Of the Mover, unopposable as dawn:
For both, the Word’s transfixion is enough.
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