fingernail moment

my heart was heavy this morning
sorrowed with the knowledge and sight of the broken body
to ease the crying of my soul
I decided to make bread
while kneading and rolling to shape the dough
I was suddenly flooded with the image of God
kneeling in the clay of His creation
as His fingers gently probed
scooped
pulled
and formed
man
then placing His mouth on the mouth of this man
He kissed him alive
filling him with His very own breath

as I saw and felt the dough of the bread under my fingernails
I realized afresh that the clay of me
is under the very fingernails of God