Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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- I think that I shall never see
- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
- A tree that looks at God all day,
- And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
- A tree that may in summer wear
- A nest of robins in her hair;
- Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
- Who intimately lives with rain.
- Poems are made by fools like me,
- But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
Darwin did have a point when he spoke of a greater Artisan than Man who formed the shape of life in this world, but one wonders, did he really create a viable atheist alternative by calling that Artisan 'Nature' rather than God?
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- Domine, spero quia mundum vicisti. Lord, I trust that Thou hast overcome the world. Panie, ufam, żeś pokonał świat.
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