Thank God that if the desire
to create something in His likeness should arise,
there are subtle ways to fullfill it.
When the baker measures out cupfulls
from his bag of flour,
and an hour later pulls out a warm dozen,
he can lord over his kitchen, content
to have mortared his brick into the wall.
Women, at a stage of development,
having attained the likeness of their mothers,
crave something to nurture,
and are moved to find it.
A solitary Picasso hunches over
a foggy beach, feverishly sketching into the sand,
then climbs a dune
abandoning his masterpiece as the tide claims it.
A child buries an acorn in the schoolyard,
and returns a lifetime later
to find a towering tree.

We strive least often,
to create something in the likeness of God,
but when we ask for the ability
it seems we are given
a sample version.