tonight.

while you slept.

i watched a beautiful orange moon sinking low in the south-east sky. who cares if it was waning or waxing… it was beautiful.

and i began to think about how people call this an accident. surely they don't assume that the dust filter that colors our moon orange when near the horizon is an accident. but they do consider the moon an accident. and they consider me an accident. and they consider everything else an accident.

i have little tiny hairs on the inside of each of my ear drums. they are called 'cilia'. without these hairs, i would be unable to hear. they are not an accident.

i have millions of tiny blood vessels that carry oxygen-rich blood cells to every part of my body. they are called 'capillaries'. without these blood vessels, i would not be able to survive longer than five minutes. they are not an accident.

my fingerprints, my dna, my voice tone. these things were specifically chosen for me by my creator. i am not an accident. i am not part of an evolutionary chain. i am part of a divine master plan that was devised before time began. i am a worship melody to god, declaring his glory and his majesty, his omniscience and his creation.

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