A Witching Woods
A grove of trees, a witching wood, can almost hide day's light
And it's for sure, if you're alone, man's influence seems slight!
Unless the negative is true, for men choose not to touch
This primal space you now enjoy, where man and God 'go dutch.'
A forest grove's a sacred place, world swallowed by a whale;
Suggests that Bible's story's right, and not some dreamer's tale!
A space we share with ancestors, absorb this if you can,
God's providence, the world we share, is all God's gift to man!
The dinosaurs preceded us and like us trashed the earth,
Their poop too almost ankle deep (a metaphor of mirth!)
Pollution might have killed them but an asteroid came first,
(Part of God's plan, but not so smart) . Will our fate be so cursed?
Did dinosaurs look at the stars and ever think of God?
That man's first in the universe to dream this dream seems odd,
For 'thought' is not just afterthought, if men will only try,
And science one more gift of God, let heaven be blue sky!
Brian Johnston
10th of June 2018
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