Bending downHe touched and gathered dust Molded in between careful fingers And shaped slowly, carefully.
An artist’s sight Captures what cannot be seen And only imagines What could be.
Dust dirt water. Mud clay lump. Press smear pinch. Stop smile breath.
Dust filled with divine exhale Filled by breath full of life Now breaths and bursts alive Eyes open and everything is new.
The One bending down Releases His living poetry Now straightening his new body To walk, stand, run, and skip.
Exalted from dust to life Raised just below heaven Kings of the earth Crowned with glory.
From dust to angels.
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