Only you could encase
bone and blood
with flesh, and then say
You are made in our image.
Treat each other with inherent dignity.
What does that even mean Jesus?
Have you seen my pathetic body.
It grows in peculiar and hilarious ways,
until it starts to fall apart.
And I have to feed and water it every couple of hours.
Don’t even get me started on the sleep.
It is almost as if you made us so complicated for a reason.
It is almost as if we each body was handmade with unique flaws,
to show the creative artisanship, so that we can stop and wonder.
God, made in your image you say.
Ok, I say, let me see dignity
less as perfection
and more as embodiment.
Breathe with me God,
Embody with me Christ, I pray.
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