O What A Mess!

A couple of years ago, I was on the treadmill at our Senior Center, looking out the window at the beautiful color and placement of those colors in the trees outside. I thought, "How can anyone not believe that this was planned and not a 'big bang' as some say. An explosion makes a mess, but this is no mess." In my mind's eye, I pictured a real mess! This is what I wrote when I returned home:

OH WHAT A MESS!!


What if my eyes were on the soles of my feet,
And my nose on my knees, oh not so neat.
I'd not see what's ahead or smell the air
If my nose and eyes were covered with hair.
I can't understand why some believe not in creation,
We're so finely constructed in just the right
fashion.

Now what would I do with an arm on my head,
And my ankles for ears hearing what my toes said?
My mind would be dangling where my arms ought to be.
My thumb in my heart just wouldn't be me.
I'd know in my thumb that my God didn't bless,
'cause in His creation He'd make no such
mess.

But had I evolved or been made just by chance,
With my feet where my hips are, It'd be hard to
dance.
I'd have lips for toes, or toes for a nose,
A tongue for a calf and eyes for elbows.
In every creation, I see God, oh how sweet,
And my eyes are not set on the soles of my
feet!!!

Genesis 1
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