As
he made me, knitted,
constructed,
assembled
all
the disparate parts
with
wondrous skill;
as
he made me
in
secret, in those
earthen
depths, those
deep
and hidden places;
as
he touched my face
with
light and felt
the
contours of my cheeks
and
chin, and sculpted
my
hands and feet;
as
he saw me and what
he
had made me to be,
a
song was sung,
a
song of unspeakable joy.
Light
breaks through
stained
glass, shining
on
my face.
This
poem is submitted for the Warrior
Poets Circle hosted by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more
poems submitted on the theme of “unspeakable joy,” please visit Jason’s
site.
Photograph:
Underwater Light by Petr Kratochvil via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
