Last Friday, I referenced a poem.
A poem by Joyce Kilman, written very nearly a century ago.
In the poem, Kilman contemplates the work of men and women.
We labor and toil and think about how to solve problems. We build great towers and craft fine products. We write books and songs that we hope will lift the spirits of other people. We cook meals to share and wrap gifts to give.
But all of the work of our hands is no match for the creative genius of God. All of our accomplishments pale in comparison. You could say that no matter how grand a wonder we humans can build, it doesn’t match the complexity and majestic mystery of even one tree that God has made.
So what are we to do? Are we to despair that all of our creative energy is for nothing?
Instead we take heart.
We take heart knowing that God delights in our silly poems and drawings and inventions, the way a parent delights in a child’s painting and hangs it on the fridge.
We take heart, knowing that the creative energy in us is the same energy that did create those trees.
We take heart knowing that no matter how “self-sufficient” we become through our invention and innovation, it all still rests in the hands of the first Creator.
And we take heart knowing that the mind behind all things is very, very good.
Create something good today, and share it with the One who made you.
He will like it.