We are not dieÂ 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
inÂ sculpting man and women.
He dug into earth, kneadingÂ clay into
his own image. Checking proportions, building
the detailed science of vein, muscle, bone and ligament.
smoothingÂ skin to skeleton withÂ thumbs, chiseling
eyes, curling lips and dipping dimples. When he stepped
back, he was pleased–
And signed his workÂ with his own DNA.