© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake
I saw within a seething orb
A chance that life might be sustained
Into its noisome, boiling stew
Of minerals, raw elements
I threw a seed, one tiny seed
The first and foremost building block
To grow diversely, form and mind
Plants, animals and later, man
Each tiny fragment, molecule
Minutely joins, divides, evolves
Creating new, rejecting old
Until the most adaptable
Survive the harsh environment
A fiery mass where species die.
I’m there, but do not interfere.
As nature always knows the way
Absorbing oxidating bath
Vast saline oceans swathed the earth
Birthed demons swimming ancient seas
Produced half leggeds from the murk
To feed on plants in marshy bogs
Some stayed on land became the sires
Of creatures status still to come
At genesis it’s change or fail
One change beyond world memory
Gave man awareness, reasoning
In truth, an almost astral power
If rightly used could help his kind
Instead man introduced misdeed.
Though here, I do not interfere.
For man, his life’s in his own hands
Alone to cure the ills he’s bred
June 27, 2019 at 7:16 pm
The consciousness given to man did not help much.
Man does not always use reason in the right way. Too much evil that saddens.
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June 27, 2019 at 10:02 pm
Absolutely right. And we have within us the source of all. We should be better than we are.
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July 9, 2019 at 1:47 am
Yes, we should be better, every hour. A little better. Very natural, very much on point. Relevant, I mean.
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