Nib of the Oozing Quill
Jeremiah 18 – Holy Bible
He meticulously takes the clay and its dust,
adds the other ingredients of the recipe
that only He knows;
uses His mighty hands
to mix them thoroughly together,
and creates (wo)man in His own image;
yet none is like the other.
He painstakingly adds water
to the clay mixture a little at a time
so that it becomes neither too wet nor too dry
and stirs the mixture until it sticks together,
to create twins who are identical,
but each unique in its own way.
My awed mind stares at the sun
as it straddles the heavens,
as it moves across the skies
from end to end,
as radiant as a bride on her wedding day,
and nothing can hide from its heat.
My soul breathes the whispering wind
as I marvel at the composure
of the stars and the moon;
which without a sound,
“Good morning,
As you got up this morning,
I watched and hoped you would talk to me,
even if it was just a few words,
asking about my opinion
or thanking me for something good
that happened in your life yesterday.
But I noticed you were too busy,
trying to find the right outfit to wear.
I waited to hear from you
when you ran around the house getting ready,
I thought there would be a few minutes
for you to stop and say hello,
……. but you never slowed down.