I love poetry.

When I was younger I would write poems. I expressed my feelings through my teenage and adolescent years this way. I have many journals filled with my poetry. Going back to read through them is quite nostalgic for me – some are silly, some are sad, others are deep and some very joyful.
Each poem however, triggers a reasoning within me. The reason I wrote the poem in the first place. This expression I wanted so deeply to portray through my poetry. It’s still there.

What if we are the very expression of God – His most creative work. His soul work. His prized masterpiece. His poetry.

Ephesians 2:10
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

The “workmanship” here translates ‘poiema’ in the Greek and our English word ‘poem’ stems from this to mean – something constructed or something made.

I now imagine that God in His infinite wisdom, love and creativity expressed himself in the form of a meticulous and beautifully written poem – a work from His inner most being – you and me.
We are His poetry. We are his workmanship.

Created for a purpose. On purpose.
His plan set for us before He even expressed us.
We are poetry – each of us – with our differences in gifting and talent, the intentional ways He fit us together – each tiny and complex detail – expressing the fullness of God to everyone who reads us