Watson and Crick and Moses and Us

The LORD said to Moses, "Go down at once! Your people, whom you brought up out of the land of Egypt, have acted perversely; they have been quick to turn aside from the way that I commanded them; they have cast for themselves an image of a calf, and have worshiped it and sacrificed to it, and said, 'These are your gods, O Israel, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt!'" The LORD said to Moses, "I have seen this people, how stiff-necked they are. Now let me alone, so that my wrath may burn hot against them and I may consume them; and of you I will make a great nation." But Moses implored the LORD his God, and said, "O LORD, why does your wrath burn hot against your people, whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with great power and with a mighty hand? Why should the Egyptians say, 'It was with evil intent that he brought them out to kill them in the mountains, and to consume them from the face of the earth'? Turn from your fierce wrath; change your mind and do not bring disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, your servants, how you swore to them by your own self, saying to them, 'I will multiply your descendants like the stars of heaven, and all this land that I have promised I will give to your descendants, and they shall inherit it forever.'" And the LORD changed his mind about the disaster that he planned to bring on his people.
 - Exodus 32:7-14
 

Watson and Crick and Moses saw mystery like magi

somewhere within you and all enigmatic things

there is a holy of holies like an empty full space

around which even you turn and turn and return

when the world gets off-balance and wobbles

your mad divine passion burns into the red zone

and dangerous hums sing of disintegration

and one of us feels the heat and touches the edge

calling you to your better side with audacious pleas

and so you turn even more than we do

drawing us into your twisting ladder of mercy

joining us in a double helix of compassion

and we become together, holy and mundane alike

a genome of hope that our mad ends are your becoming