Or Was It Like?

A Spencerian Sonnet about God's creation of man that employs an unusual conceit.

Or was it like a tiny grain of dirt

That slowly stirs under the oyster’s mouth

That God did wrestle, work and turn His words

‘Til something smooth and beautiful came out


And does this pearl form to show us how

Our God took precious time in speaking Man

To be not clam’rous in His oral bout

But eloquently name the foreign sand


And neither did the Spirit’s breath seem bland

That clothed its nacre  ‘round the lustrous speck

There giving him He formed with dusty hand

A sheen from which His Image can reflect


So then to God, in likeness, we respond

Not just in speech, but praising Him with song

The End

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