But we, little fishes, after the example of our ΙΧΘΥΣ Jesus Christ, are born in water, nor have we safety in any other way than by permanently abiding in water

Tertullian, from On Baptism

Maybe I’m a monkey after all.
A descendant of the dust,
     Of that I’m sure.

Offspring of biology.
Cosmic cluster of cells and chromosomes.

Not such a leap
from the magic of sperm and egg
to spark and ooze and time, time, time.

Fish lizard bird monkey me.

Incremental favorable mutation
Or Heaven’s hand molding man from muck.
Sounds about the same.

Creator not creation is my song.
Incarnation not evolution is our mystery.
Jesus. He is our brother fish
and we his small fry.

I leap from the water.
My soul reborn.
I bury in my baptism earth
and gasp God’s glory.

     Jesus swam among us.
His person. His perfection.
His pronouncements. His persecution.
These coalesce into an angelic apex among apes. 
     Nativity in nature.

Creationists, stop your ranting
     and sing to Jesus.
Evolutionists, stifle your smugness
     and sing to Jesus.
If you honor the Christ, I honor him with you.

Great God Man.
Big Fish in our little pond. 
I ponder his life and words.
Ponder and praise.

Cyber-Psalms