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.