You are God.
You made the world with nail scarred hands,
And knew what we would be even then.

Was the taste of blood
and vinegar still fresh in your mouth
as You formed Adam, then Eve, then

All the rest of us?


The animals must have been a relief.

I know that it was all joy to make the giraffe, and
The squid that changes color like a strobe, and
The rhino with his sweet face.


Did You have second thoughts about us
as You
scratched the lion behind the ear
and sent him out to play with the zebras and their colts?