Life Is Mine

Based on the art piece by Michelangelo "The Creation of Adam"

That moment, I knew not the time
when started breath and quiet trill
of heartbeat, sound, and eyes once blind
a fluttering current, peaceful thrill.

When darkness- all that was before
in radiant burst encaptured light
and glorious views from sea to shore
encompassed all I know as sight. 

The sound, a mighty crashing wave
a drum of harsh yet joyous rush
a sweetness all my being had craved
from shrieking chirp to purring hush.

When fresh embrace of dewy hill
and stately waft of salty air
evoked a sense desiring fill
of scented breath from earthly fare. 

As lifted I from pillow ground 
the softest touch from earthen bed
where skin met earth and gentle found
the breeze surrounding heavy head. 

The King of love stood over me
with pride in gaze at what was wrought
when clay at once received to be
the vessel that Companion sought. 

At once I opened mouth to voice
to praise the Maker of my being
and tasted honey words of choice
that glory gave in high esteem.

Who am I? What have I of worth
to be so treasured, made Divine?
Accepting still Creation's birth
​and holding honor- life is mine.

Author's Note

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