Was it creation or evolution?
Who cares
when hare and hound
‘cross a stubblefield bound
Was it God
or was it cosmic force?
Which source?
Crow cawing, bear pawing
raptor soaring with eagle eye, high over water,
high in the sky
perch below about to die
Was it creation, or was it evolution?
Who cares
when hare and hound
‘cross the stubblefield bound
Is it lightning that’s frightening me, or ions in the stratosphere?
Is it God speaking that’s freaking me out
or new scientific revelations in the atmosphere?
What scared me yesteryear has come to my ear
as the sweet sound of rain spattering a tin roof
at the beginning of a storm
Flash and thunderclap
make my grandson
jump into my lap
Gradually thunder rolls away
fading into the rhythmic patter
of rain on roof again
Cloudless open sky reveals
sheaves of wheat
glistening in the stubblefield
Which came first, chicken or egg
mind’s endless thirst…answers we beg of God…
odd
Was it creation or evolution?
Who cares
when hare and hound
‘cross that stubblefield bound
How can the ocean be so beautiful when it swallows people
not even a steeple able to save
a poor soul from the tidal wave
New sensations, new vibrations
in the evolution of sound
with pizazz
Old songs sung new ways
harmonies that take your breath away
new cosmic force – jazz!
Written September 26, 2004, as a homily for Jazz Vespers at St Mary Magdalene Church in Winnipeg, Manitoba.