In the heart of Darwin, a tempest did brew,

Between the faith of his youth and the science he knew.

A voyage of discovery, on the Beagle, he was hurled,

Unravelling the secrets of this ancient world.

"Change," whispered the Galapagos, "is the nature of life,

Born of struggle, of competition, of strife."

Yet in his heart, a quiet plea,

For the God of his childhood, could these truths be?

A theory emerged, evolution its name,

A testament to nature's unending game.

Yet with each fossil, each finch, each dove,

Darwin questioned the Creator he'd once known above.

"Is this murder I confess?" he mused,

As the world of his youth slowly defused.

Yet truth, like a beacon, could not be denied,

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In the face of evidence, had faith lied?

Yet God was not banished, His time was not done,

Just missed understanding of how it begun.

A Creator who began the cosmic dance,

Then left nature to its own advance.

Through the years, his faith ebbed and flowed,

In the face of a world that must constantly grow.

From Christian to Deist, then Agnostic in name,

His spiritual journey was never the same.

Now we stand in a world Darwin helped to conceive,

A testament to the power of what one can achieve.

His theory, like a tree, continues to grow,

Branching out, evolving, in life's endless show.

In the heart of each of us, does Darwin reside,

A testament to the journey each of us bides.

Between faith and science, we each must tread,

In the footsteps of Darwin, so we are led.