That voyage,
on the Beagle,
I discovered a beginning
Such revolutionary splendor –
The origin of species!
But I begin to wonder,
where is the creator?
I have always found him
in the yawning mouth of the
awakening morning glory.
I find him in the visage
of my Emma, her features
blooming in the sunlight.
But I begin to wonder,
what of the ichneumon wasp,
the unholy, unwilling alliance
with the unfortunate caterpillar?
The horrors of nature?
Where now is this creator?
Surely, he exists.
Can I have a doubt of this?
His species, though,
is far more complex
than that of the
singing mocking bird;
his features less defined
than that of the lumbering tortoise.
Perhaps the detail
of his nature originated
in the mind of mankind.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
That voyage,
on the Beagle,
I discovered a beginning
Such revolutionary splendor –
The origin of species!
But I begin to wonder,
where is the creator?
I have always found him
in the yawning mouth of the
awakening morning glory.
I find him in the visage
of my Emma, her features
blooming in the sunlight.
But I begin to wonder,
what of the ichneumon wasp,
the unholy, unwilling alliance
with the unfortunate caterpillar?
The horrors of nature?
Where now is this creator?
Surely, he exists.
Can I have a doubt of this?
His species, though,
is far more complex
than that of the
singing mocking bird;
his features less defined
than that of the lumbering tortoise.
Perhaps the detail
of his nature originated
in the mind of mankind.