Proof of God by default
I sought to consider the soul,
Is it molecular? What is its role?
Physical Science claims us, mere machines,
Feelings—just chemicals in our genes.
They say we’re circuits of flesh and bone,
A thinking algorithm, in the universe, alone,
Yet in my heart, a question remains:
What stirs the joy, the love, the pain?
If we are mere machines, as science yearns,
for truths unseen… How our spirit burns!
The spirit, the soul—what is it for?
Is it a myth, a story, or something more?
No proof can bind what words can’t define,
No lab can measure the soul’s design.
Yet in this absence, a spark appears,
A voice unspoken that draws us near.
To claim a soul is to name the divine,
To seek a source beyond the line.
If God is unseen, so is the soul,
Each is the shadow that makes us whole.
Though science may strive, it cannot deny,
The mystery held in the human cry.
For in the spirit, a truth unfolds:
A glimpse of God, a truth we hold.
WoPoLi 
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