“I find it funny that we incarcerate or fine people for defacing an ancient painting, but call no foul when daily we’re
told to intentionally alter and deface God’s artistic expression in our bodies.”
- Abby Kelly -
H
e pressed his thumb into the hollow
of her cheek, then bent low to kiss her, exhaling life-breath into her lungs. As she stirred and
reached a baby soft hand toward His face, He
stood back to gauge His work.
“So good,” He murmured. “She’s exquisite.”
He smiled, proud of His own masterpiece. I’ve
been doing this for generations He thought.
In fact, thousands and thousands of
years and yet, I’ve never made one
like her before.
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Finally, reticent to send her out, He planted a
parting kiss on the crown of her head. “See you
soon, princess.” Then He let her slip through the
birth canal into fragile human hands.
Years went by. Every moment of her life, He
watched her. Each day, He tugged her a little taller, straightened her spine, sharpened her mind
and loosened her tongue. He was so pleased
with her! Eyes the color of mountain peaks
seared by morning sun. He especially delighted in
the swirl of her thumb print. Just so. He set the
metronome of her heart precisely, His signature
in her breast.
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