We are not die stamped, manufactured
on the factory floor and manhandled down
the assembly line, only to be discarded if we are
God’s hands took intimate pleasure
in sculpting man and women.
He dug into earth, kneading clay into
his own image. Checking proportions, building
the detailed science of vein, muscle, bone and ligament.
smoothing skin to skeleton with thumbs, chiseling
eyes, curling lips and dipping dimples. When he stepped
back, he was pleased–
And signed his work with his own DNA.