The Clock Maker

Some imagine
that You dialed up the tiny pieces,
set it all in motion,
and stepped away.
You are watching,
but You do not intervene.

Some imagine
there is no Clock Maker
at all. Just a series
of haphazard pieces
that fell into place
and one day
started ticking.

But I imagine 
You not as Clock Maker,
but as Artist—creating all the tiny pieces
not only to function
but to be beautiful.

I imagine 
all the networks of life, 
which required creating 
by an impossibly Great Hand,
being in intricate balance.

You are an Artist,
and Lord, You are a Juggler.
Not so much to put on a show
as to keep a thousand delicate plates
spinning—just so—so we can have breath
and the world can have warmth and the trees 
and birds and bees can drink deeply from Your sun.

One inch off course,
and our home would implode.

But You—
Maker, Artist, Juggler.
You keep the plates spinning
day after day so we can have 
     one more day
          one more chance
to say yes
to Your impossibly good plan.

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