Evolution Versus Creationism

Some of the rubbish

Some of the rubbish I put outside for the men to take away. Some of the rubbish I keep in my house so I will know where it is, most of the time. Sometimes I worry that I have got it the wrong way around and I am keeping rubbish in the house that should be outside. Or worse, that the rubbish I put outside should have stayed in the house. I say that it is worse, I am not really sure which way around is worse. Maybe all of the rubbish should be outside, although then the outside would be a mess like in my house. Sometimes I see rubbish outside that I want and I take it to put in my house. Sometimes putting the rubbish that is in the house into places where I can’t see it makes me feel better, even though I know it is all still in there somewhere. Sometimes I like to have all of the rubbish where I can see it, so at least I know where it all is.

It's Now

It’s tears from feeling love, it’s comfort taken after fright,
It’s wasting time all day, it’s staying up all night,
It’s the bitter taste, it’s the familiar smell,
It’s words we hear, it’s truths we tell,

It’s the expected sight, it’s the happy sound,
It’s what we’ve lost, it’s things we’ve found,
It’s a sad smile, it’s a misread frown,
It’s feeling high, it’s coming down,

It’s an unhappy thought, it’s a sudden thrill,
It’s time passing, it’s standing still,
It’s what we do, it’s how,
It’s here, it’s now.