Beforeword: Today’s poem closes this week’s focus on Philautia (Self-Love).

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I am a masterpiece,
crafted by the hands of the Divine.
Each brushstroke, each chisel mark,
an echo of God’s love and precision,
etching beauty into my being.

A masterpiece takes time to create,
capturing all the details and intricacies—
how I appeared at the beginning,
is nothing compared to how I will look in the end;
an evolution of grace and strength,
unfolding like petals in the dawn.

I am a one-of-a-kind,
a unique work of art—
imitated perhaps,
but never duplicated;
each facet of my being,
a testament to my singularity.

Precious, of extreme value,
I am the culmination
of God’s love, skills, creativity, and hard work,
poured into this vessel of life,
brimming with divine essence.

I did not create myself,
my destiny predetermined,
manifested by the Artist’s vision;
each step, each breath,
guided by celestial hands,
sculpting me into my true form.

I point to the Artist’s talent,
evoking inspiration to those who gaze upon me;
a beacon of hope and wonder,
displayed for the world to see,
reflecting the glory of my Creator.

I am almost always on display,
a living gallery of divine craftsmanship,
each moment a testament,
to the masterpiece that I am,
and the love that shapes me

Afterword: This poem is drawn from a previous post in the Shabbat Shalom series, “God’s Art to Heart.”

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In creative solidarity, Dee