I am not exactly an expert in things scientific — that would be SueBE’s milieu — but I am enamored with the ways I see God communicating with us through nature. Take Fibonacci’s Sequence, for instance. Related to the Golden Mean, it is a series of numbers that correspond to all sorts of natural phenomena, from shells to trees to human beings. Computers “speak” in numbers. Why not God?

Leonardo of Pisa, predicting populations
of theoretical bunnies, cracks the code.
And there it is, laid out in lavishness,
in petals prettily plied and leaves layered,
in pinecones and the prickly parts of pineapples,
glimpsed in goat horns and galaxies,
hurricanes and honeybees;
in the branches of trees and
the webs spun in their notches;
in humans, too: from features on faces
to the helixes weaving our genes —
God is speaking in the language of numbers,
pure of passion,
never misconstrued by accent or inflection.
Whole, perfect, endlessly repeatable:
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55.
I love you
and you are perfect.