Ancient Man saw bones Of
Dinosaurs and exclaimed,
"Look! There be Dragons!"


Modern Man sees bones
Of Dragons and says, "Oh look!
There were Dinos here!"

Dinosaurs are Birds not Reptiles.
2. “Not even a Sparrow falls apart from the Father.” (Matthew 10:29)
3. Though this has its funny aspects it's not satire, it's true.


God was in a joyous mood
When He created Birds!
That fifth yom He went feather-wild!
Heaps of herds and hoards of Birds.

From Mountains high to Oceans blue.
This World was theirs, forever so!
Eternal-Now was all they knew!
And it was all that they COULD know!


They roared and danced
And sung and pranced,
Became enhanced;
And grew and GREW
And GREW and GREW!


They shrieked in glee!
(Pure wild! Pure free!)
Lept to to the thundering, cloudy skies
They seized the sparkling blue!


For sixty-million, dragon years
They tended their young
And ruled the skies!
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Gazed calmly with unknowing eyes!


One moment live, the next one, dead!
(To think such rocks still out there: Dread!!!!)
In Just one breath most Birds were GONE!!!
But Mammals lived and carried on!



Then along came Humanity,
With our Divine Insanity.
0ur Crazy-Dream that
Death could DIE!!
But is that silly, really?
Really, really silly?
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So we grew up in ALL WAYS into Christ.
Lost our meanness, became nice!
And We built Ourselves a Treasure-Square!
All of life and love are there!


Though the stars contract
And the Cosmos cracks
The worlds shrink back
And the atoms snap!
And the Big Crunch wins
Inside that Cube we live as Kings!


Covered in millions of flashing jewels!
Nothing and never is anything cruel!
Kindness and Joy, Logic and Love,
Always, always, ALWAYS the rule!


With every environment wild or tame
From Bedford Falls to Istanblane
Anything that you could want!
From Gems and gold to Elephants!


We grew up in All Ways Into The Word,*
Who vowed that not one, Single Bird
Would fall apart,
From His gentle Mind
And His Gracious Heart!*

(Now remember: Sixty-million years of them!)

So! Angel’s choir practice: Session One.
A T-Rex joins in! Ain't that fun?!
Admiring a verdant Forest?
Here scurries a flock of Apatosaurus's!



My mansion shouldn’t be for Birds!!
For herds and Hoards and flocks of Birds!
I don’t mean to fuss or rage,
But is this Heaven or a Big Bird Cage?!

“The Dinosaurs went extinct because they did not have a space program.” Arthur. C. Clarke.


I stand here at the checkout line
“Paper or plastic?” the young Clerk states
Unthinking and so innocent!
(No knowledge of the bag’s long fate).


They were big and wondrous Birds
With flashing feathers, wild and free!
The World was theirs. Forever so
From Hill to Dale, and Swamp to Sea!


For Sixty-Million-Dragon years!
They danced and fought and sexed and loved!
Knew nothing of dark, deadly rocks
Hurled from the sizzling skies above!

To them it was forever NOW;
Tended their Young and won the skies.
The few who saw the bad thing fall
Gazed calmly with unknowing eyes.


How suddenly their chirps were lost!
One moment live, the next all gone!
In but a blink the Birds were dead!
We Mammals lived and carried on!


Flash forward back ten million years.
Big Boxes are our Planet’s fads.
Big Bird’s goo, just auto food!
Just gas and oil and plastic bags!

God did not destroy the Dinosaurs
He gave them wings!
Why oh why do we ever doubt
That He will do the same for us?
They didn't die, those mighty Beasts!
But tooth and claw and snarls and roars
were tamed to chirps and feathers!'

If God can tame the mighty Dinosaur
Why oh why do we ever doubt
That He will do the same for us?

The Dinosaurs were huge with pride.
Defiantly they roared at rocks that fell!
For all the good it did.
The rock still f
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Time is God’s strong Healer.
It raises Beasts and casts them to the dust.
Yet through all of this a Golden Thread
Treads down evolution’s path.
It goes Somewhere.
Oh yes! Oh yes! If God can fell
The Mighty Dinosaur
And yet raise him to the soaring skies,
Why oh why do we find it
So very hard to believe

That He won't do the same to us?

When Dinos looked up at the sky
What Dragon Dreams did they desire?
What longings stirred their Reptile Hearts?
What set their scaly Souls on FIRE!!?

Evolution says the tomes
Consists of strength and skill not hope.
The ones who can out breed the ones
Who simply cannot cope.


But look! Most Dinos lost their genes
To Meteor's fiery, snuffling crash.
Skillessness was not the cause
That doomed them to a dead-end past.


But some did change themselves to Birds
With wings and ways to reach the skies!
Strength and skill were not their Ark:
The genes that longed to SOAR survived!

Matthew 5:5

Mighty Monarch of young Earth
Black against the Rising Sun!
Your Voice like THUNDER, Shook the Hills!
You Roared to greet the Terrible Dawn!!!

Yours was the way of strength and size!
Of prideful being and fright-full might!
We tiny Shrews who ****** your eggs
Ran like frightened Lunar Shadows at the
Coming of the Light!


You couldn't comprehend your fate
Or to the heights those little Mice would RISE
That we who cowered beneath your feet
Would grow to soar through Alien Skies!

We couldn't comprehend OUR FATE!
We ran to flee the Dangerous Morn!
Oh that such shivery-little-nothing-beasts
Would roar to greet a Different Dawn!

An aeon I have waited
for sea to grind the rocks to sand
reclaiming fertile pasture land
where once I walked
an armoured tank
of smashing tail and deafening roar
now far from what I was before
a pile of bones this fossil beast
waiting still to be released

It's a good thing we named most of the dinosaurs 100 years ago when we were all into mythology and speaking Latin.

If we just had just learned about dinosaurs now and had to name 100s, there'd be a Heckin Chonkosaurus and a Northern Thicc Scaleyboi.

we burn the skeletons
of creatures buried deeper than
the fallen stars that took them
pouring them into our automobiles
so they can take us to the places they roamed

skeletons can't talk
but we tell their stories amidst the quiet
they left us

i wonder if we got them right

When we're kids,
we see dinosaurs and dragons that make our imagination soar.
When we're teens,
we look at our peers differently than before.
And, as an adult, I find it harder to embrace any changes at all anymore.
I don't like the world I see. So tell me, what should I do?
First, know you're not alone.
Then take my hand, and together, we'll make it through.