An Eye For Thought

D David Wood David Wood
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Was it the hand of an elderly silver Haired God with a long flowing beard That flung the stars in the night sky And who created Man in His own image On a still very fresh virgin Earth Or was it something even more subtle Did everything come into existence From thermal vents deep in the oceans Or scattered here on Earth from Molecules buried in the ice of Falling comets or asteroids and then Scattered by the four winds. Is nature itself Creator refining and Adjusting through evolution such as the eye that All creatures have. How can an eye be designed As if it were a piece of machinery. The eye Does, in my eye, seem to have evolved over time Dependent on the lifestyle of each recipient Who is capable to decide where we all came from Do you listen to those of religion or science or Philosophers or poets or even celebratory chefs For that matter. Is it the eloquence of words or The rationale of science that holds the key to unlock This deep mystery, The evidence is in your own eyes.

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