All is Completed...

All is Completed…

(“Moses inspected the work and saw that they had done it just as the Lord had commanded. So Moses blessed them.” Exodus 39:43)

The noise surrounds every paint sprayer squeak,
nailgun blast, stiff-broom swoosh, and snap-line
pencil drawing one last straight-edge design beforeall is completed.

From the frost of the morning until the toasted afternoon,
every discussion at the cutting table, firing of aching muscles,
edging tight corners, and stripping the blue tape from dried paint,
all is amateur love of a divine masterpiece.

What blueprint attached ligament to bones; we are originals, not
tracings on onionskin. We are freehand, we are a sculpture begun
from within the stony interior; all dust and passion fashioned in
One Warm Breath and declared so good, the Son took the form
upon Himself to inspect the underfoot creation.

I played with tinker toys, and never liked the instructions. Wrestled
the erector set
and every tower fell flat. The pyramids still stand, and yet, will not
stand forever; the Sphinx is half-faceless, the guardian of the dead.

But we are not the toys of the gods, but the Master’s expression,
the Father’s poetry left with open stanzas; the pen passed on from
one to one to add the next line of completion upon the never-finished
opus of time spinning over time.

Let us write well, dance precisely, create the next impossible
salutation to the One who left us here with dreams in our pockets
and eternity in our hearts.