God spoke this world into existence. That means his words are humming through our molecules and orchestrating the dance of the cosmos.
Then the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. If only we could stop and truly see that again. Try to savor it. Don’t let familiarity blind you to the hurricane force of this fact. The Word that spoke all this into being hurtled through our atmosphere and nestled into a womb of his making. Poetry helps us to apprehend the familiar; it gives us windows into the lives of others; and, most importantly, it allows us to consider who begins and ends this story.
Ephesians 2:10 says we are God’s handiwork, his poiema, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Stop and chew on that for a moment.
You are a poem that God is writing. He delights in you and lovingly crafts the music and narrative of your life. Our own ability to write poems and cook meals, to research and analyze, to build houses and construct rockets, to teach and preach and sing and create and do all of the good works he has given us to do is an extension of his delight in us.
I love collaborating with other writers and artists. Many of my posts contain artwork by one of my favorite artists who goes by MW+ and photos taken by my talented sister NJ Devine.
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