The Sounds Of Poetry Poem by Lynn W. Petty

What's that you say? You say there is no God?
Have you considered what a miracle
Is speech; to turn a thought into a sound?
Consider, if you will, the physical
Mechanics just to formulate a word.
Within a nanosecond, thought powers
Apply pressure upon the lungs that drive
The air into the organ of the voice.
This oscillates the vocal cords to sounds
And noises, gurgles, hissings, snorts and grunts.
Within that same moment, the jaw, the tongue,
The lips are processing those sounds into
A word. From incoherent utterances
Are formed the vowels and consonants of what
We call a comprehensible language.
From the fountains of the brain, exhaling
Thoughts through the luxury of imagery
Came, out of the marvel of diction; words,
Then, clauses, sentences, and paragraphs,
Whereupon man found poetry at hand.
Within, there are to be found God's finest
Descriptions; His most characteristic
Portraits, His most beautiful creations.
And, yet, I hear you say, "There is no God"?