Coincidence of the stars,
Chemical compounds,
Natural bonds of our tired flesh
Emerging from mud and earth.
Feral beasts,
Fed by the dirt and brush,
Being who's instinct and will
Conquer the evolved heart.
The blood must flow
And the teeth must gnash.
Heathens in skins, a religion of fire and smoke,
Bones in the dust under a canopy of stars,
Guided by nature and the will of the African plains.
The order of the suns and moons,
Woven from the fibers of
our very tissue and DNA.
Oceanic creatures and woolly ape
Bred their kin,
Harvested knowledge from the
Seed of grass, growing wild though the hills.
To live and to fall
Beneath the crust of the earth
And feed the flowers,
To grow a garden from moldering flesh,
And sleep in darkness,
Bodies akin to the soil
Given only to ground.
A fragile
and calloused concoction.
Coincidence of the stars,
Creation of the cosmos.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Coincidence of the stars,
Chemical compounds,
Natural bonds of our tired flesh
Emerging from mud and earth.
Feral beasts,
Fed by the dirt and brush,
Being who's instinct and will
Conquer the evolved heart.
The blood must flow
And the teeth must gnash.
Heathens in skins, a religion of fire and smoke,
Bones in the dust under a canopy of stars,
Guided by nature and the will of the African plains.
The order of the suns and moons,
Woven from the fibers of
our very tissue and DNA.
Oceanic creatures and woolly ape
Bred their kin,
Harvested knowledge from the
Seed of grass, growing wild though the hills.
To live and to fall
Beneath the crust of the earth
And feed the flowers,
To grow a garden from moldering flesh,
And sleep in darkness,
Bodies akin to the soil
Given only to ground.
A fragile
and calloused concoction.
Coincidence of the stars,
Creation of the cosmos.
Its strange, how every minor detail in history, from the Big Bang to the creation and rotation of our moon, has led to the birth of life. And so we trace our history back to the beginnings, there we were, budding organisms on a rock. A complete coincidence. A miracle. Defying the odds of what could be, and yet here we are, sharing our languages and writing with the world. And it's crazy how all these threads of our world can be followed back to the Lord. I'm just beginning to peace the truth together.
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