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INTERVIEW WITH THE SINGLE CELL

Interview with the single cell

Granted so he could tell all who wanted to hear
How that which is came to be

So the interviewer asks,
“Tell Oh great cell, how did you come to be?
Was it lightening  and earthquakes or meteor from the far, far reaches.”

“It’s much simpler”  says the cell
As he choked on his words, and spoke of his family tree.

I was spun across the universe from that bang so big,
Ricocheted off a galaxy, bumping my head.
Pulled into a black hole, I thought it was the end….
But anti-matter threw me out
And   skipping into stars, across  solar systems so vast,
Until Earth is where I came to rest.

“Was it a spark that brought you to life?”

The single cell smiled and replied--
“There was a twist in the time continuum,
When at 10 times the speed of light,
A meteor, with lightening bolts, and volcanoes spurning,
Careened into that spot where I was yearning.
Cooling and quaking  over eons and erupting,
Until with all my glory, I came forth.

I sat and watched and pondered and considered,
Then  split.
She was a beautiful babe, single cell like me.
Ya, we talked about children, as we basked in primordial daze.
Our children will have flipper, paws,  wings, branches, limbs, and flowers so sweet.
We wanted more for our children, the best of things.

It started out simple, a couple more cells,
An ameba and mosses sprawling out,
Some of the children went into plant management,
Some combined their assets and moved on.
The spineless growing spines, the bacteria hung on,
Grass into trees, plankton into flowers and on and on
Cousins grew trunks, flippers tails, scales, and skin
Some withdrew themselves into shells and cocoons, but eventually they came out

Some decided to flock together,
 Multitude of colors, feathers, beaks and wings
Some  swimmers, some divers,
And others grew long legs, so their hind-ends wouldn’t get wet.
 Some migrated to follow the season,
 some stayed where they found the weather pleasing,
but to this day nobody knows, why, the chicken crossed the road.

Yes the array of life and all the splendor you see,
 all came from this single cell, me.

The interviewer then asked,
“what of these who speak of a God
and him being the creator of all living beings?”
“All just mere coincidence,”  was the cells reply to him.
You would have to believe in something greater than you see.”
“But isn’t that what you expect in this story you told to me.”
Says the interviewer, questioningly.

The cell replied, and said.
 “I am a single cell, the simplest of beings, no capacity to reason,
No reason to think, I am because life was infused in me,
 But to think that all descended from sets me as a god of all things living.
To those who look by logic into the natural laws  through reason
Will find in the end,  it’s idolatry!”

Evolved from the simplest to the most complex,
That in itself is a capacity beyond quest.
When even something as simple as water H2O,
There is no computer than man has ever owned
To engineer this basic product, and define its means.
Its is intertwined in all life’s forms
Independent in all places lived.
The drink that cools, yet a cleaner for the skin, basis for our functions
The sweat, the tears, the saliva, the pee, the blood, and organs of all living things
The rain, the drizzle, fog, sleet, and snow, innumerous clouds, dew in the morning
Yet a wellspring from below. Rivers and stream, bogs and swamps lakes and ocean’s
And on top and below ice caps beyond vastness known.
One type of water sustains one form and kills another

No says the cell, “I have no reason, but if I did, my reason would be this;
If I did not design the simple I cannot design the rest.
They say that I started this show,
Then beyond the far reaching logic, they say it ceased,
and I started it again?”
The interviewer ask,  “Then you believe in God?”

“No,” says the cell,
“God believed in me, whether I recognize that, or not,
It does not change how I came to be.
I have life because God spoke it into being..
If life had, if life had, accidentally happened,
 It is far more preposterous to think,
 That I could stack cells in such a way,
That would make an eye blink, or knee to bend,
Or one feather blue and another pink.
That me, common pond scum,
Made the beautiful gazelle’s to run,
And then just for ironies sake, made the lion to give him chase


The interviewer cut in and said,
“It’s the fossil record  of your descendants,
That proves the Bible is not true.”
“No!” said the cell, “I’ll tell you what it proves,
Evolution is just a bad theory is what that proves
The interviewer said in shock, “How?”
Newton’s contributions are stated as thus.
His theories became laws because they worked absolute, every time.
Evolution belongs on the trash heap of time.
They say this started not once, but twice,
The first time 100 ton dinosaurs I built up to,
The second time, completely not the same.
God is not responsible for the errors that man believes
Both his Old testament and new talks of the world that was
But in Genesis 1:2 its covered by bad translation
So the truth of His fossil record doesn’t come through.






A man on  table in a operating room,
The doctor pins his leg, sews up his wound,
Transplant the heart, and countless other wonderful things.
But no one, not one, has ever discovered the source
Of the life giving soul,
In the end from the dust he must return.
No one can alter or change this course,


I have sat and talked of great length
Of what man has made the single cell to be
This glory cannot bestowed upon me
It belongs to the one who created, made, and formed
All that you see.
By the one who said let there be light
Before the moon, stars and sun were.
No, I recommend you give glory to the one glory’s due.


The interviewer then said, “What shall I do?”
The single cell smiled and said,
“Glorify God, not me you fool.”
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The Abortion Soliloquy

The Abortion Soliloquy
To abort or not to abort--
Is that not the question?
Whether it is more nobler to bear children
Who will leave the doors open, causing global warming,
Or quiet the unborn before there cries can be heard.

To abort or not to abort--
The church and the state are tangled in this umbilical cord of  debate.
If the church were to have its way,
Its statement is, “thou shalt not kill!
Ignoring the states decree thru-out history,
A person is alive when he breathes, and not at the time they are conceived.

To abort or not to abort--
The state has its demand that it is a woman’s right to choose,
And in this no man may impede,
But let the woman bear a child, and every court will make the father pay.

To abort or not to abort--
The state wants to abort the church, the church the state.
You can no more separate church and state, than body from soul.
Both unchecked leave us to the worst kind of imprisonment
Life with out joy, love with out hope, living with out will

To abort or not to abort--
The argument grows terse, if you disagree with me, I’ll smite you with a curse.
Judges over turn against people’s will, church’s march and intimidate still
Talk shows, talking heads, letter writers, and the rest, so wide is the chasm, why today this is the test;  Whether or not you fit on that court so supreme, will you abort or not abort, is the nominators scheme.  To quiet his side, in this one point he resides,  the person must at all cost be an willing ally, whether nation suffers, or constitution loosed, but pre-judging the judge is prejudice my friend.  Both sides are guilty,  both sides offend

To abort or not to be abort--
Is this really the question, or is it the means to each sides deeper ends
It defines liberal and conservative, democrat and republican, the left and the right
Every follower on each side has been made to walk this plank
This question has not moved forward during my life, wedged by the same spiteful mire,
Both sides on  high ground stuck in their pride  
I already know what the many chosen few will write, its murder choose life
To them I will say, you have ignored what Exodus 21:22 has to say,
And to those who demand it’s the woman’s right to choose,
Wasn’t the decision made by the ones who contributed the sperm and the egg?

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