In the beginning

Some folks believe they praise the Lord, By telling all in words quite awed, Of how he made the world, pre-packed, Ready-made and instant fact. Now when I look around in awe The things that really drop my jaw Are not what's mummified, unchanging But all the miracle rearranging. Improve, progress and better grow. In that's the wonder that I know. In seeing seed to blossom sprout: Here creation's victory shout. A mind that can all worlds expand From singularity small as hand. Now there's true source of majesty Endowed with cosmic liberty. To shrink down gods to size of man Is blasphemy deserving ban. To credit gods with tiny vision Is to treat them with derision. This cunning snare of the deceiver, There to trap naive believer. When creation's tale was written Already fruit forbidden bitten. But this, like all, is just some verse. To treat as fact, that's the curse. Its simply fuel for the mind. To feed on as own truth you find