The Prescription

In a world of numerical data and such
Methods seem a logical way
Add a pinch of this and a dash of salt
And your experiment is well on its way

But puzzlement sits in the scientist’s mind
No theorem assigned to explain
The strange phenomenon of the righteous way
The formula for removing the stain

No system of works or steps could be found
No money could pave the road
Yet still the objective mind works on
Eager to relieve his own load

Confessions and tonics
Tears and clamps
Measurements and heartaches
Theories and cramps
Conclusions and trials
Subjects and pain
Microscopes and studies
And still no gain

I met this man who traveled through life
Weary, he told his story.
“No medicine, no method, no experiment have I
That will let me stand in His glory.”

“It’s funny”, said I in a moment’s pause,
“The object that is the key.
A pair of glasses will clear your eyes
The prescription is faith, you see.”