nothing's simple

a simple seed

in the ground

just drop it in

simple,

just wait,

yet,

not so simple

nor trite,

/

but,

when we stumble about,

when,

we don’t meditate,

most lives are on automatic pilot,

routine

repetitive tasks

involuntary reflex

//

. . . just an encapsulated thing

just a thing,

we stick in the ground,

though,

. . . it contains

the universe within

///

watch the tender,

living plant emerge

pluck it by the shoot

and see its micro hairs of roots,

and know,

beyond what you see,

are tips you cannot see,

but for a looking glass

iv

it took time

to separate the simple

from the deeply divine

it took time to discover science

it took the simple

in its beauty of simplicity

to follow the precision

of utter perfection

of the laws of order

that hold

the magnificence of creation

together

v

. . . just you

just me

we’re just things,

right?

wrong,

not true,

we are,

created in the image of God,

creation’s marvel

we are not simple

we are not

random chance,

a product,

of so called evolution,

so called

what an insult,

not to him who made us,

but,

to you and me

what a lie

where is

the history of the proofs

of our origins?

. . . buried in books,

in caves,

in digs

not beyond our reach,

it’s all there

for those willing

to be bothered to look

xi

so the theory,

in short,

goes,

all that is,

it is what it is,

all by chance,

perfect disorder

every breath we take,

every move we make,

every word i think,

and now as i type,

are products of randomness

chance

perfect disorder,

vii

absurdity,

. . . and that’s exactly

what the reptilian race,

the rebellious breed

of fallen angels

would like for you,

and me

to believe

they cause perfect disorder

they want the kingdom by force

and to take,

even those of us who believe

in almighty God

to take us with it,

but,

the truth will set you free

we are children of God,

Created,

. . . not descendants of primal apes,

the evolutionary theory

is sophisticated,

interesting,

but,

don’t fall

for the lie

we have a glorious future

we will inherit the kingdom

and eternal life,

if we believe

in him

viii

. . . it unfolds

at water’s touch

to leaves

emerging from beneath

no one ponders why,

how could it be?

such a thing,

while dried,

is just a seed,

to eat,

or plant

you say dormant,

in this encapsulated state,

but

no one fully understands

the magic within

the geneticist,

thinks he knows it all,

because he frames it all,

diagrams and such,

processes and what not,

because of genes and such,

chemical reactions untold,

missing the magic

the biologist,

merges it,

within confines of physiology,

as if a product of random

chance, . . .

. . . loses himself in the process,

fails to see

the divinity spark

taking the krebs cycle

and such,

operating invisibly

in time and space,

splendidly manifold mechanisms,

as such,

are a functional spark

of divinity itself

easier to believe

in near invisible

bio reactions

than creation design

nothing owed to nothing

and no marvel,

oh,

so vast is each intricate step,

genes and alleles

vacuoles and mitochondria

membranes

helixes

it’s so mind blowing,

too voluminous,

though the list be

reams of terra bytes long

filling the mainframes

of all the cloud’s capacity

there still remains

more,

uncontainable processes missed,

while researchers

take a bathroom break,

or go out to eat

then collapse in sleep

ix

the mysteries of a seed

vastly far above the minds

for anyone to know

infinitely so,

on the micro,

super,

quantum scale

as to lead to

and enfold

the spirit realm,

as to bridge and touch

portal dimensions

themselves,

past those

of atoms’ parts,

each accounted for,

numbered

and made to function

in absoluteness

on every level,

not just the seed that grows

into marvelous green

responding to the light

each tiny cell

times all the physical particles

in just our own universe

times the infinite divine

all combined

all numbered and accounted,

really too much for one mind

the air

the sky,

water

and every element,

designed . . .

the seed grows to a plant,

mystery sublime

light shining on

each leaf

of each mitochondria,

translucence

through

x

such a wondrous thing

hold it in your hand

before you place it

in the earth

each living seed unique

with the spark of divinity within

the kingdom of heaven

is like a mustard seed

that grows into a tree

and the birds of the sky

nest in its branches

water and seed

air and earth

sunlight and you

you are utterly unique

no limits

to the magnificence

of mysteries manifold

you live and breathe

between heaven and earth

you stand a living soul

mind and spirit,

in the gaze

of almighty God,

who made you