Dear child,

I stooped down to the ground
Fingers spread across the soil
Skillfully coiling, releasing
Gathering piles of earth
Heaping it to just the right weight
Molding it into just the right shape
Into the right depth
Into the right height

I rounded the upper part
Working meticulously
Methodically, mapping out complexity
Connecting over 100 billion nerves
Building pathways through trillions of connections:
The seat of your intelligence
The interpreter of your senses
The initiator of your movements
The controller of your behavior

I created a finely-tuned pump
Beating 100,000 times a day
To serve your whole structure
My crown jewel complete
You, the only creation made by My own hands
In my own image
I declared you: “Very good!”

My declaration thundered
Ricocheted off trees and mountains
Echoed in vales and under waves
Forever carried on the wings of winds:

“You are My masterpiece
My living canvas on display
My one-of-a-kind
Unique work of heART
I am devoted to My artistry in you
Simply because I love you
Unconditionally”

Forever yours, God!

Afterword: This poem is generated from a previous post in the Shabbat Shalom series, “You’re A Masterpiece”.

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