Tuesday, October 13, 2009

365 Project - Day 73

Play dough

fingers push
dimples form
shape erupts
then folds over
squeezing tight
massage, caress
pulled and torn
complete duress
again rejoined
fingerprints adorn
i am reborn.

Life can feel like play dough sometimes. Pinched and pulled, folded and smooshed, poked and prodded and left in a lump to harden and crack in the afternoon sun. Ugly and unremarkable.

Until a whisper on the wind reminds me...

You are not ordinary.
You are extraordinary.
The flaws that you see,
Are fingerprints, left by me.

You are beautiful.

And so are you.

I found this poem here: http://www.waystationone.com/2009/08/play-dough.html and just found it such a beautiful reminder of God's influence in our lives. I loved the idea that His fingerprints are left on us with each experience we have, the good and the bad.


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