31 Days of Poetry{Day 7} Your Hands

Dear God, 

Your Hands moved

Dust and mud

Caked together

To form us.

Oceans, trees, mountains–

A word sufficed.

But humanity needed

Your hands.

 

How have you seen God’s hands in your life?

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Your Hands

Dear God, 

Your Hands moved

Dust and mud

Caked together

To form us.

Oceans, trees, mountains–

A word sufficed.

But humanity needed

Your hands.

 

How have you seen God’s hands in your life?

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Clay

We are the clay people.

Dirt shod.

Dirt worked.

Dirt returned.

We are the clay people.

Wretched weak,

Formed of dust,

God’s hand-sculpted art.

We are the clay people.

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Man

Dear God,

Your Voice

Broke Eden’s Silence:

“Let Us Make Man.”

Perhaps,

The Spirit whispered:

“Man betrays,

Man mocks,

Man crucifies.”

You see across

Time’s chasm

To a skull hill,

To vinegar water,

To the tree cross.

But You, God,

Still made

Man.

Red clay and breath

Mingled

Becomes man.

In Your Image,

Eternal Image,

God-Image,

Man.