Revolutions

“That light is both a particle and a wave,”
He sung as he beat his stick against the board’
“Is known for certain by at least the few
Most influential scientists today.”
But light is that through which we read our story
In the pictured windows of our Western Church.
And West wraps round to meet the East again
And science becomes poetry in the end.
 
Light is both a particle and a wave
States the mysterious confidence of science.
But light is only joy that comes through clouds
That first creates and then illumines shape.
It is the gold that springs from everywhere
And shadows half the world.