The hands move fiercely.
Fearlessly.
Never carelessly.
They are determined,
they are impassioned,
and they are mine.
They seize purpose and direction
and aim for creation.
They make what has been imagined: shaping, forming, blending, bending.
Sculpting reality by their very words.
These words tell.
Show.
Declare.
Define.
Without their words, there is no reality at all.
And the words, they make reality.
They are reality.
And with these hands and these words and all this creating,
I can’t help but wonder if His hands and words moved with as much
purpose and passion and
joy
as mine.
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I love this! You are so talented. That is definitely how I want to create.
I thought you would like to know that I came up with a plan to improve my photography {creative!} over the summer, since I’m going to be doing a lot of cool stuff over the summer. I’m going to take at least one good photo day. I even made a logo for it!
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Tay! That’s so exciting!!! I’d love to see some of them! And it’s a great goal — easy and doable.
HA! I just blogged “Hey God, what do you do all day?” – then I read this. Good stuff!
Thanks Jason.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’ve got the drop on what God is doing all day though. That’s a question that’s in my head as well…
*thunderous applause* I loved this … awesome ….
That poem ROCKS …… Makes me wish I’d written it
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i really like poetry.
Me too, John!