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Accidentally on Purpose.
The Universe is but
the Thing of things,
The things but balls
all going round in rings.
Some of them mighty
huge, some mighty tiny,
All of them radiant
and mighty shiny.
They mean to tell us
all was rolling blind
Till accidentally it
hit the mind
In an albino monkey
in a jungle,
And even then it had
to grope and bungle,
Till Darwin came to earth upon a year
To show evolution how
to steer.
They mean to tell us,
though, the Omnibus
Had no real purpose
till is got to us.
Never believe it. At
the very worst
It must have had the
purpose from the first
To produce purpose as
the fitter bred:
We were just purpose
coming to a head.
Whose purpose was it?
His or Hers or Its?
Let’s leave that to
the scientific wits.
Grant me intention,
purpose, and design-
That’s near enough
for me to the Divine.
And yet for all this
help of head and brain
How Happily
instinctive we remain,
Our best guide upward
further to the light,
Passionate preference
such as love at first sight.
~Robert Frost
This
poem definitely mocks evolution, yet is flippant to the core even regarding
Divine purpose in creation. What Frost gets right, it that the Universe indeed has
intention, purpose, and design. The question is, Whose purpose, and What is our purpose?
Col 1:16 For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him:
And our chief purpose is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever!
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The joys of sin are so short and so
unsatisfactory, that they can never be thought of for a moment as a
fitting inducement for a rational being to lose his immortal soul.
Will a few hours' foolery, gambling, drinking, or wantoning,
compensate for eternal fire? Is the momentary indulgence of a base
passion worth the endurance of flames which never can be quenched? To
moan in vain for a drop of water! to be tormented by the never dying
worm! to be shut out from hope for ever! to be eternally cursed of
God! Is any sin worth all this? Can any gain make up for this? O ye
who delight in the poisonous sweets of sin, remember that though
pleasant in the mouth for the moment, sin will be as wormwood and
gall in your bowels for ever. Why will ye swallow the bait when you
know that the hook is there? Why will ye be lured by the Satanic
fowler? Surely in vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird;
but you are more foolish than the birds and fly into the snare when
you know it to be there. O that ye were wise, and would consider your
latter end. Let that one word Eternity ring in your ears and
drive out the giddy laughter of worldlings who prefer the present
joys of sense. "The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is
eternal life by Jesus Christ." Jesus receiveth sinners. Go to him and
he will in no wise cast you out.
