In every stained glass butterfly wing and every crafted hummingbird tongue,
in chiffon layers of petal upon petal, anther and stamen, centered strength,
I see your hand,
your mind,
your art, and I wonder
at those who could praise science and the randomness of process for these marvels.
There is a hunger for wonder, and here it is.
All around.
But to praise the source of it as an impersonal, cruel nothing
rather than an intelligent, creative something—
Someone—
is to miss the love for the function and to miss intervention for happenstance .
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
this is just lovely–and well timed. There was an article in the newspaper trumpeting a new advance in evolution studies (which I have no problem with). It seems that someone’s work is showing how a single cell can become a complex multicellular creature, which is a milestone in the understanding of evolution. What I noticed was not the work itself, nor the theory, but the tone of the writer . . . and then I found your poem, which put it all into perspective for me. Well done!
Enjoy science; praise the Creator!
Beautiful
Thanks!