I was sitting in chemistry class today

and our professor told us that

we are made of the breaths of dying stars,

chemicals and cold fusion,

the remnants of ages long past

at the birth of our universe.

He told us that

science and faith

are not irreconcilable

and in fact are more like cousins,

hands clasped between them

as we test and theorize

the hows

and ponder the meaning

of the whys.

For after all,

our chemical composition had to come from somewhere,

and what better clay is there for God

than the life pulses

of supernovas?

We are

life to life, dust to dust,

new life from old light.