The light extends its helping hand
To every hand that seeks the light.
The left hand looks to understand,
The right hand longs for insight.
Each hand is raised with common wonder.
Where did I come from? Where will I go?
No need to simply put asunder
The common path hands long to know.
The right hand knows not what is left
When knowledge probes the deepest space.
Yet miracles aren’t left bereft
When hands reveal the plan of grace.
The left hand first hand hails the plan
And wonders how it may be raised.
The right hand heeds the wondrous span
Of plans that left it first amazed.
The light helps those who seek the light,
Healing hands their light expand,
The light within and from the night,
The left and right work hand in hand.
A huge star distributes its light down from above. Call it the eternal energy force, call it God. It is all the same. Down on the left side, the hands of science welcome the illuminating rays, the lower hand with open palm to perhaps catch the essence of the cascading sparkles. Questions are as boundless as the stars: Where did I come from? Where am I going? In turn the upper hand holds up a test tube, one more small but enlightened contribution to the unfolding plan of the universe. On the right side, the hands of faith also reach to the light. Another open palm with a rosary catches both beads of light and prayer. These hands, deep within their similar veins, have the same questions. Right hands pray that they are intrinsically made in the image and likeness of light. With every discovery, left hands touch another piece of the light and long to be part of it. In this creation, as left hands continually unfold the universal plan, right hands need not fear the loss of the light. As right hands continually exalt the plan intact, left hands need not fear that they can not be part of the plan. In this balanced universe of science and faith, the left and right hands come together, working hand in hand.