Pieces of a vehicle scattered along the
Roadway; a tail light,
Fragments of a bumper, other bits I
Couldn't identify.
I suppose a prankster could have
Tossed the trash in the grass, but the
Most logical conclusion was that an
Accident had taken place.
I hadn't seen the event, but evidence for
A crash was obvious.
When I observe the world around me I
Am overwhelmed by the complexity of
Life.
I am awed by the fine tuning that needed to
Be in place right from the beginning in order
For things to work properly.
The precise position of the planets point to
A divine Designer.
I find evidence for a Creator everywhere I
Look.
Yet, like the debris I found on the ground, I
Recognize from the evil around me that
The world has been broken.
But from the bits of beauty that remain I can
Ascertain how amazing the original creation must
Have been, and unlike the car,
God has promised He will fix it.