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Poems published in God and Nature, Sunner, 2016

Many years ago I heard the term “mere creationism” and somehow found the American Scientific Affiliation. I’m happy to have been a member and promoter for a long time. I was brought up believing in six 24-hour day, late date creationism and argued with my earth science teacher in eighth grade. By the time I took Intro to Biology at the University of Wisconsin-La Crosse, my views had changed. Dr. Phil Sparks asked the class members who believed in creation to go to one side of the room, and those who believed in evolution to go to the other. He and I were the only two in the middle.

Someone has said, “truth can afford to be generous.” I would humbly suggest that it can afford to be humorous as well.

Three Poems
By Dan Eumurian

A Tree Fell in the Forest
(With apologies to non-piano technicians. Pm me at hope4you (at) centurytel.net if you'd like explanations of the piano parts referenced here. Bartolomeo Cristofori, harpsichord keeper for the prince of Florence, Italy, is credited with inventing the piano, first called "gravicembalo col piano e forte" ("harpsichord with soft and loud") around 1698. I've made a few changes since this was published

A tree fell in the forest one bright and sunny day.
You’d never guess the wonders that occurred upon its way.

This maple had been seasoned; it splintered as it dropped,
For it hit an oak and pine and spruce before it finally stopped.
The other trees were split as well, in scores of keen-edged parts.
The way they chanced to land produced an awe-inspiring start.

The maple turned to dowels, whippens, flanges, cores and jacks.
The spruce produced a wide, thin sheet, with square posts at its back.
But some of that rock maple split in several sheets as well--
Fine, quarter-sawn, with curving bridges long and short, I tell.

The pine flew into eighty-eight precisely angled keys,
With holes in front and middle to admit the forest breeze.
It must have been a thin-sheet day, because that mighty oak
Was layered into fine veneer as quickly as it broke.

But tragedy occurred as that great tree fell from the sky.
A horse and elephant and sheep had happened to walk by.
The elephant lost both its tusks, and on it traveled, maimed.
The horse was killed; its hide flew off; the friction turned to flame.

The blaze turned iron ore to screws and springs and pins of steel.
Enough was left that from the flow a flat plate did congeal.
The hide glue, wool and felt worked, in an eon or a nano,
To form the mighty instrument we call today “piano.”

Some prattle of Cristofori and say I’ve something missin’.
Did that tree ever make a sound? Well, maybe—if you listen.

(See the "Songs" section of this website for "Evolve Me, Jesus," also published in that issue of "God and Nature.")

Lord Random
(With apologies to the old British poem "Lord Randall," one of many favorites of my late mother, Adeline S. Eumurian)

“Oh where have you been, Lord Random my son?
Where have you been, my handsome young man?”

“My dear Mother Nature, I’m poisoned and ill,
For humans have squandered their precious free will!”

“Oh where have you been, Lord Random my son?
Where have you been, my lucky young man?”

“I’m at the casino. Their chances are greater
Than of all this existing without a Creator.”

God & Nature magazine is a publication of the American Scientific Affiliation, an international network of Christians in science: www.asa3.org

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