From God to Man

When we were numbered as old men

To peak, at three score years and ten,

God thought to have contained our pride,

As all our knowledge with us died.

 

But man was formed in God’s own frame

And as such, he designed man’s brain,

He must have known that what we knew

Would be passed on, from me to you.

 

And all the knowledge of God’s mind

For generations, would unwind,

Would be recorded, pen and ink

And give descendants cause to think.

 

Our language would become refined

Beyond what he, in grace, designed,

Though he, in anger, rent the tower

Of Babel, man defied his power.

 

For science, in its infancy

Would lift his veil of secrecy,

Unravel every atom known

Of knowledge, that was God’s alone.

 

‘Til now, in pride and arrogance

Men say we happened here by chance,

There is no God up in the sky

But evolution brought us nigh!

 

Man is the ruler of his fate

We say, the lesson’s learned too late

That man’s corrupt, corroding hand

Wreaks pain and slaughter through the land.

 

And clever as men seem to claim

We can’t control the falling rain,

We hide beneath our lightning rods,

But still men strut, and think they’re Gods.

 

He sent the flood in times gone by

Then set his rainbow in the sky,

But if his covenant we break…

It may well be our last mistake!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Lena M. P.]

This is so well done. I'm reading a book called The Shack right now and this made me think of it. Talk about a book that has theological discussions per chapter! Man's cockiness will be our demise not the end of the world. We can be our own worst enemies.

[Emerald Seas]

The Shack is one of my favorite books! You will love it!

[David Scott]

You have given me a double take with this one my friend. First of all, I loved this poem! I think it really sums up the state of modern man and our understanding or relationship to God. Secondly, you have shown that an intelectual mind does not need to invalidate God. The poem shows the paranoid m indset of most people who claim to believe in a Devine being as well. It is sad that we do not sit down and enjoy the calm that a Creator would gladly give to His creation. We make a monster out of our own imagination. Most of us think we understand love, but then we do not give that characteristic back to our God.
Sorry for going on and on... I think this poem had levels of meaning that you hide well in your easy sue of the construct. Thank you for your write here!