Tuesday, May 10, 2016


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A Poem About Commission

Did God get his hands dirty
When he made man?
He spoke other things into being
He fashioned us out of stuff
As if we were second hand.
When He made man out of dirt
Did he get on his knees
When He took common soil
And made such uncommon life?
Man was to be lord of nature
Slightly lower than angles
Seeing the heavens,
We've turned our eyes away;
We have sunk
To the level of our surroundings,
Like an elephant in quicksand,
We thrash in our sinking
Forgetting that we were made
To more than men.
By His hand broken
With spike
And soiled
With blood
We may yet be.

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