Those raised Christian
Are always told
“We’re made in God’s image!”
In smiling tones.

But what does that mean,
Something as mundane
As physicality?

No, I don’t think so.

We were put here
For a reason.
Like any other creature,
We are made to repopulate.

But what sets us apart?
It’s that we create.

We dance, and sing, and invent.
And we mark it all down
To scream that we were here,
That we were loving here,
Let it echo through history.

And what is God
If not
A loving Creator?

/March 21st, 2023