by Jamie Stokes
I long to create something
With my mind and hands
God made me that way for a reason
Like Him (and Her) (and Them?)
I want to sculpt
A new reality
We didn’t need to have mountains
How did He (and She) (and They?)
Decide to have heaps of
Rock, tree and life
Tower into the sky?
I think it was so we could
Venture closer to heaven
And be in the clouds
Long enough to forget
Earthly episodes
And focus on pure being
A chance to move our aching sinews
Exploring His (and Her) (and Their?)
Art in action.
