interview with the single cell

[Michael Prahm]

Interview with the single cellGranted so he could tell all who wanted to hearHow that which is came to beSo the interviewer asks,“Tell Oh great cell, how did you come to be?Was it lightening and earthquakes or meteor from the far, far reaches.”“It’s much simpler” says the cellAs he choked on his words, and spoke of his family tree.I was spun across the universe from that bang so big,Ricocheted off a galaxy, bumping my head.Pulled into a black hole, I thought it was the end….But anti-matter threw me outAnd skipping into stars, across solar systems so vast,Until Earth is where I came to rest.“Was it a spark that brought you to life?”The single cell smiled and replied--“There was a twist in the time continuum,When at 10 times the speed of light,A meteor, with lightening bolts, and volcanoes spurning,Careened into that spot where I was yearning.Cooling and quaking over eons and erupting,Until with all my glory, I came forth.I sat and watched and pondered and considered,Then split.She was a beautiful babe, single cell like me.Ya, we talked about children, as we basked in primordial daze.Our children will have flipper, paws, wings, branches, limbs, and flowers so sweet.We wanted more for our children, the best of things.It started out simple, a couple more cells,An ameba and mosses sprawling out,Some of the children went into plant management,Some combined their assets and moved on.The spineless growing spines, the bacteria hung on,Grass into trees, plankton into flowers and on and onCousins grew trunks, flippers tails, scales, and skinSome withdrew themselves into shells and cocoons, but eventually they came outSome decided to flock together,Multitude of colors, feathers, beaks and wingsSome swimmers, some divers,And others grew long legs, so their asses wouldn’t get wet.Some migrated to follow the season,some stayed where they found the weather pleasing,but to this day nobody knows, why, the chicken crossed the road.Yes the array of life and all the splendor you see,all came from this single cell, me.The interviewer then asked,“what of these who speak of a Godand him being the creator of all living beings?”“All just mere coincidence,” was the cells reply to him.You would have to believe in something greater than you see.”“But isn’t that what you expect in this story you told to me.”Says the interviewer, questioningly.The cell replied, and said.“I am a single cell, the simplest of beings, no capacity to reason,No reason to think, I am because life was infused in me,But to think that all descended from sets me as a god of all things living.To those who look by logic into the natural laws through reasonWill find in the end, it’s idolatry!”Evolved from the simplest to the most complex,That in itself is a capacity beyond quest.When even something as simple as water H2O,There is no computer than man has ever ownedTo engineer this basic product, and define its means.Its is intertwined in all life’s formsIndependent in all places lived.The drink that cools, yet a cleaner for the skin, basis for our functionsThe sweat, the tears, the saliva, the pee, the blood, and organs of all living thingsThe rain, the drizzle, fog, sleet, and snow, innumerous clouds, dew in the morningYet a wellspring from below. Rivers and stream, bogs and swamps lakes and ocean’sAnd on top and below ice caps beyond vastness known.One type of water sustains one form and kills anotherNo says the cell, “I have no reason, but if I did, my reason would be this;If I did not design the simple I cannot design the rest.They say that I started this show,Then beyond the far reaching logic, they say it ceased,and I started it again?”The interviewer ask, “Then you believe in God?”“No,” says the cell,“God believed in me, whether I recognize that, or not,It does not change how I came to be.I have life because God spoke it into being..If life had, if life had, accidentally happened,It is far more preposterous to think,That I could stack cells in such a way,That would make an eye blink, or knee to bend,Or one feather blue and another pink.That me, common pond scum,Made the beautiful gazelle’s to run,And then just for ironies sake, made the lion to give him chaseThe interviewer cut in and said,“It’s the fossil record of your descendants,That proves the Bible is not true.”“No!” said the cell, “I’ll tell you what it proves,Evolution is just a bad theory is what that provesThe interviewer said in shock, “How?”Newton’s contributions are stated as thus.His theories became laws because they worked absolute, every time.Evolution belongs on the trash heap of time.They say this started not once, but twice,The first time 100 ton dinosaurs I built up to,The second time, completely not the same.God is not responsible for the errors that man believesBoth his Old testament and new talks of the world that wasBut in Genesis 1:2 its covered by bad translationSo the truth of His fossil record doesn’t come through.A man on table in a operating room,The doctor pins his leg, sews up his wound,Transplant the heart, and countless other wonderful things.But no one, not one, has ever discovered the sourceOf the life giving soul,In the end from the dust he must return.No one can alter or change this course,I have sat and talked of great lengthOf what man has made the single cell to beThis glory cannot bestowed upon meIt belongs to the one who created, made, and formedAll that you see.By the one who said let there be lightBefore the moon, stars and sun were.No, I recommend you give glory to the one glory’s due.The interviewer then said, “What shall I do?”The single cell smiled and said,“Glorify God, not me you fool.”