March 3rd, 2005

bush

Still on a poetry jag

NIGHTFALL

The trees diffuse in green and gold
The soft low light from the sleepy sun
And the twilight falls upon the brook
That sings its song when the night's begun.
An eye blinks there; a whisper of sound;
On the air there drifts the faintest musk.
The brook hugs close its blanket of moss
And sleepily flows in the gathering dusk.
A croak and a sigh; a swish and a slap --
And the light dies out in rippling rings.

Okay, so this one (from 1972) is a wee bit better. Yeah, it's immature, but I still like it. (Or at least, I'm not too embarrassed to put it out there.)

THE DRAGON'S TEA PARTY

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Science and Religion

This is a long piece that never achieved publication in the journal to which it was sent.

Even a Stopped Clock is Right Twice a Day:
A Response to James S. Mellett


by The Rev. Arthur W. Collins, Ph.D.

A geologist who attends my church gave me a copy of The Professional Geologist containing an article by James S. Mellett. He thought it might pique my interest, both as a clergyperson and as the son of a professional geologist.

In writing on the Creation/Evolution wrangle that seems to go on and on, Mr. Mellett did a fair job of representing the Science side of the argument, but I’m not sure that he did justice to the religious data he cited. This is a problem with all polemicists: if they are sure of their cause, then they feel justified in throwing the kitchen sink (even if it’s the wrong kitchen sink) at their opponents.

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