Darwin’s Lament

Change
There is room to doubt.
Five years, a 1000 tests and more.
Sea shells at 4000 feet.

Sick days, weeks,
Oceans unending,
I should happily sail Julian’s pond
And never feel a ship’s rise and fall again.

I’ve seen time’s message.
In the mountains and valleys,
In the vast Oceans and tidal streams,
Life’s miracles visit us, but not by design.

Bugs, birds, animals, Man,
All, all that lives seeks survival,
Selects paths that offer a better chance.
Some prove viable, and the creature,
Newly enriched, endures.

How do I tell this truth,
When “the book” speaks of creation
As it never was?

My peopled universe
May find life without “the book”
Barren and meaningless.