The Beginning
a poem
Do you ever wonder how the world began?
Scientists
probe into the journey
toward the
beginning of the world;
ask such
questions.
Who came first:
the fish or the frog?
Is the
Neanderthal our cousin or our brother?
Who initially
reached for soil: roots or legs?
The earth left
clues written in code
formed from
another language, one
partially
erased from a time
long forgotten,
long passed;
a time
before the moon
threw back the tides
and stars gazed
at the barren sands.
We are made of
cells; cells made of
organelles;
organelles made of molecules;
molecules of
atoms;
our endless world
so vast and
sturdy, yet so infinitely
tiny and
delicate. We are substance
and air, liquid
and solid, mass and energy
combined.
For all we have discovered
and defined, we
are left baffled—
how intricate
and extravagant,
how complex and
perplexing,
how wondrous
this all is!
Whether root or
fin or leg or membrane,
cousin or
brother,
sea or land or
air or magma,
we are all part
of one story, one world,
one amazing
timeline, we sparkles
in God’s eye,
we miracles of life,
we
unexplainable wonders that keep
the experts
guessing, questioning,
seeking
explanations
of a world that stretches, perhaps,
to eternity.
by Julie S. Paschold
aka Tansy Julie
the Soaring Eagle
4.10.25
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