Creation's left its markers
Imprinted on the being;
You have to know just where to look
To know what you are seeing.
The hollow down my back
Is where the sperm divides the seed,
The navel on my stomach,
Where the embryo must feed.
The space between the eyes
Is the animal body's clock,
It watches for the sunlight;
To the pineal gland, it talks.
The dreamers dream is paralyzed,
The autonomic does it,
So that we won't leap up then
And much too fully trust it.
The blackest center of my eye's
Where humankind is tied;
The place we look to prove we're true,
And also, find the lie.
We once were water creatures
And inside the womb, had gills,
That now are ears and cheeks
And they enable us to hear.
We're maternal mammals
And we make our babies milk,
So they'll have the perfect food-
And seldom, do we spill.
We hide our stash of eggs
Deep within the body's cave;
And each one is more precious,
For amounts of time we gave.
We have the longest childhood,
More than other forms of life-
So we can learn to live in peace
Avoiding the strife.
Psalm 139: 14 (New International Version)
'I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.'
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wonderfully-and-fearfully-made/
