And God said, “let Us make them in Our likeness”
So they were made both male and female
Icons to fill and tend creation
Each a symbol of the Divine
Many stand in the place of God
Judging who is good enough for God’s love
Many cannot see the Divine spark that touches humanity
Walking the street, a man sees how many are cast away
Breathing refuse to be hidden from sight
So many hide from the face of Jesus
So many banish mercy from their hearts and thoughts
How is it that we fail to hear Christ speaking
How are we both proud and heartless?
Is the body not larger than the individual?
Is a cross less a cross because it is ugly and wooden?
Everywhere I look I see God’s Icon
I cry for the carelessness about symbols
My heart breaks day after day
For God’s personal Icon is constantly defaced