When I was a child

Before I knew of the Cherokee Spirit

Before I heard of Assisi

Before I read the phrase

Turn over any rock and I am there

Before the things I knew were tinted by knowledge

I saw the light in every leaf

I heard the life in every twig

I felt the soul of every stone

Now there are those who say

the science I gain

denies all I knew

but I see no conflict

Each quark, each quasar, each photon,

each immeasurable pog of life

proves the things I knew

Those who never turmed over a rock

Do not see the proof there

I think perhaps if God spoke directly to them

They would never admit they heard