Thursday, February 11, 2016


I wonder how many days

God had dirt and ash and mud

under her fingernails

After the work of that first creation.

Where the soil of the ground sprang forth

New life

And being.

I wonder if God

picked at the tiny residue

from underneath those rugged nails,

Or if she scrubbed at them under a brand new

And shiny stream of water.


If she let the dirt and ash and mud


as a reminder of her great work

and great love

for her creation.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Anne, you do such beautiful things with words. It is a blessing to know you and get to see and hear your thoughts. Thanks for the fingernails poem.