Rhiannon’s Hymns

Intricacy of living tissue!
Atoms of differing weights and activity,
linked to make molecules high in complexity,
ordered, and structured, and placed in the cell
where they’ll meet when they should, slow down or compel
different reactions, interactions on cue,
with multiple triggered effects when they’re due.

Like keys and their locks making contact,
when chemicals correctly impact,
their functional purpose is altered and changed,
as groupings of atoms attract, rearranged.
The chemical drawings, and intricate stages
of all that goes on would take pages and pages
to detail, explain, and we never could fully
describe the controls, and the programming truly,
the transport and switches within each small cell,
positioning within each minute organelle.

So that light can be ‘seen’,
or a scent can be smelt,
our dinner transformed,
and our blood pumped and warmed.

Computer and factory:
fragility sustained,
arrangements maintained:
precise, and particular,
awesome, spectacular,
satisfactory!!

‘Millions of years’ – who says?
‘Billions of years’ – who knows?
There aren’t any ways to test
these ages, but why have they guessed
that there haven’t been changes in the rate
of reactions they use to fix the date?
The rocks show us creatures suddenly smothered
in silt, and engulfed in mud, and covered.
And aeons of time
won’t create design:
no statistical gamble
with molecular jumble
produces a programme,
the genes of a human.

A Being supernatural
can make a flower or planet,
and yes, he chose to make this place,
– it was his Word began it.
He didn’t need a million years
to make the earth and man it.
It wasn’t chance designed my brain,
and only he can scan it; –
this great salvation he procured,
– and offers, don’t decline it.