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Chance or Design
He found the watch by a beach front pier between some jagged rocks. It gleamed of gold and crystal as he held it up in shock. The Youth was quite surprised to see that watch upon the shore. Someone had surely lost it there past pounding ocean's roar. No chance had smelted rocky ore into a golden case. No whim had melted common sand into its crystal face. Each tiny gear and bearing perfectly they interact. Machined and oiled – balanced its creation — obvious fact! Indeed a master craftsman had worked long to fashion it. The evidence of his great skill each part a perfect fit. And yet his hand that held the watch a million times more fine with bone and muscle, nerves and blood a marvel of design. But no - design implies a God mankind evolved by chance. A hundred trillion cells in us an aimless circumstance. From randomness did order come and life from lifeless space. Three billion codes of DNA fell into perfect place. Three pounds — his brain can think, can reason and more deeply sense than all computers ever made his life has consciousness! His organs work in symphony the heart, the kidneys — lungs. A million compounds made each day all functioning as one. And yet he marvels not at this? How man had come to be? A single cell his ancestor sheer accident was he? But not the watch? — Absurdity eludes the brainwashed Youth. Decades of evolution have replaced the obvious truth. Assumptions based on faith in that which contradicts his vision. The marvel of creation is suppressed by man's volition. No God can possibly exist his massive leap of faith. An atheistic core belief postpones a theory's fate. There are no signs of gradual change each species is unique. A desperate search for missing links the fossils — incomplete. That simple watch had been created by designing hands while He, a living sentient being by random luck now stands? He sighed and left the glorious beach the sunset on the pier. God shouts with his creation's voice unheard by deafened ears.
Originally published on my website at mypoemsforlife.com
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