The Sixth Day

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the sixth day

the earth is aroused from its sleep
by uncounted feet upon its back
as life discovers its form
in numberless shapes and sizes
the cooing and baying and roaring
resonates the gift that fills each creature’s lungs

if only to find a face
the Almighty makes the clay into a king
if only to feel the cool of evening
God makes an image of flesh and of spirit,
an earthen palace to make into a heavenly home

the divine has never been more near
than when our parents first met
to complete the likeness of the Eternal One
but soon the Maker of clay
will clay become to prove
that the distance is greatest
when it is as close as skin

creation is complete
yet eagerly awaits
to be born anew

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