I smile in the face of existence
science tells me that I am nothing
but a clumsy construction of molecules
this is unsurprising, for I am not
special, only ordinary
but you- your face could not have been
arranged unintelligently
the freckles beneath your brow
but could only have been placed
delicately and by a certain brush
how could something so divine
be the result of random selection
I remain unconvinced by the assertions
of the scientists and it is not
for lack of logic
It is not blind faith that moves me
but the inability to believe
that something so beautiful could
be crafted from anything but the hand
of an artist