Red sky is only sun’s refracted light.
Green shades of plants are colored by mere chance.
White strands of clouds, just vapors in our sight.
Stars are not illumined, heavenly dance.
Winged flocks fly south on their appointed day,
Their season’s journey starts uncued each year.
The fragrant buds come forth in bright array
To coax each bee to nectar sweet and clear.
Each life sings of its given purpose, yet
We’ll marvel at this world and call it chance.
Complexity that is so clearly set.
It was His plan to bring us to this Dance.
Creation shouts to say there’s Someone else.
From cell to sea You pull us to Yourself.
Annie Nardone is a two-year C. S. Lewis Institute Fellow and is currently reading for her Master of Arts in Cultural Apologetics from Houston Baptist University. Her feet are firmly planted in Rohan, Narnia, and Hogwarts, far fairer lands than this. She has researched, photographed, and written a cookbook of historically accurate recipes covering the time between 64 A.D through the Medieval age. Annie resides in Virginia with her fandom-loving family and three sphynx cats who read with her daily but really don’t give a tick about her ramblings regarding any of it.
Nardone, Annie. 2018. “Creation.” An Unexpected Journal 1, no. 1. (Spring): 61.
Direct Link: https://anunexpectedjournal.com/creation/