I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

-- Joyce Kilmer

I just finished a book titled Monster in which a man with a doctorate in biology is fired from his university for believing that mutations could not have bridged the gap from ape to man.

I have to say that I agree completely with this. I do not base this on anything more than looking at the perfect symmetry of the universe.

I simply find it impossible to believe that natural selection and catastrophic events created a plethora of plants, animals and insects so perfect and so in sync with one another that each serves a unique purpose in the interlinkable chain of survival.

Then, to have man sitting atop that chain, with his ability to speak, to reason, and to use his appendages in so much more dexterous a fashion than any of these creatures, just will not compute for me.

No, I have to admit that I am a "creationist". It took so much more than "luck" and a couple of mutations to put together such a perfect world.

Then, there's the beauty of this world. Glorious, magnificent animals from the opposite tips of the world, so completely in tune with their environment, Trees with leaves so delicate, intricate, and unique that only a mightier hand must have touched them; a sky proudly twinkling with millions of stars, a sun and moon lighting the Earth; but, oddly no other planet in our universe that can sustain life.

No other planet but this with an atmosphere so totally in harmony with life forms to be habitable. Majestic mountain ranges, tropical paradises, magnificent scenery while all the other planets stare back barren and blank.

Yet, I find this in no way incongruous with science's theory of the Big Bang! I simply believe that some immortal, omnipotent force, some entity--call it God, or Allah, or whatever--at the snap of a finger created this world from chaos, separated it into oceans and land, placed the stars in the heavens along with the sun, moon, and other planets.

Then that same hand, with the tip of one finger, set the Earth and planets spinning around the sun, in such a perfect orbit that they would remain in that same pattern forever, never to deviate nor collide.

How much time He allowed from creation of one event to the next, who knows! Maybe centuries, maybe eons!

However, that's just TOO MUCH COINCIDENCE for me to buy into the theory of random creation through naturally occurring events.



that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;

(Shakespeare: "Romeo and Juliet")

A rose is a rose is a rose....

(Juliet Stein: "Sacred Emily")

The Tiger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

The magic of it all! It awes me, yet inspires me, when I consider how insignificant but how important I am in this grand scheme of things.