What if God formed Adam with dirt and saliva,
Then got down on his elbows
And blew?
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What if He waited,
Close like an eager toddler,
For Adam to open His eyes?
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And they stared at each other for hours,
Without words; without an ounce of fear,
A childlike man with a childlike God.
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Maybe the maker of every sound also created silence,
A gift to the beloved.
The Lover made love preverbal.
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Maybe now, while I stare at His feet, jabbering,
He stares at me with unchanging affection,
Hoping that I will look up.
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Maybe when I press my ear to His chest,
My heart will slow to match His confidence
And I’ll find the calm I’ve lost.
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Maybe the command to “be still and wait”
Is less like instructions and more like an invitation,
Less like a starting line and more like a rocking chair.
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I’ll make the crook of his arm my bed,
His eyes my nightlight so I can rest.
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