Birth Of Man Poem by Randy McClave

Preachers tell me that I was created by God
Some Teachers have told me that I came from an ape
Of those two contradicting beliefs I am confused
While pondering those two thoughts I cannot escape,
Did my ancestors crawl out from a pool
Then made their first footprints upon the sand
Or was my ancestors created from only dirt
I wonder how man was created upon this land,
I know a spoken language and how to utilize fire
To actions or deeds with abstract thinking I will respond
I can laugh and I can cry and I can also anticipate
I hope through this knowledge I came not from a pond,
Never do I sleep half the day and I never climb into trees
I don't eat bugs off of others or do I beat my chest in rage
My body is not covered with hair and I never walk on all fours
So I hope I don't see my relatives when I look into a cage,
On two feet I walk and I also reason with thought
I enjoy reading and writing and also teaching to trust
When I look into a mirror I need to see my maker
I truly hope and pray that I was created from dust.

Randy L. McClave