This joy pushes at my skin,
leaves my heart fluttering
in breathless wonder —
I am allowed to create;
so, may I write in humility,
a beautiful lowliness,
the recognition that I am
a created being guarded
by the Almighty,
shaped by His hands,
safe in His arms,
one through Jesus.
I am overwhelmed by art,
the gift of crafting beauty
that speaks of God’s
magnificence, reflecting
His creation in words
and images as others reflect
in sculptures, paintings, dance —
the emanations of our imitation
is a grace He reigns down
on us, the smile of a Father
accepting our attempts
to capture the joy
that He alone gives.
C.L. Fisher, August 2020
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