Creator of Life, Source of All Being
It was from the particles of the Universe that you formed me...
Iron and carbon and phosphorous
Mixed with energy, passion and dreams.

I was made in your image, says ancient Scripture.
Made from the colors of the rainbow,
Shaped with bones straight and curved,
Padded with flesh flabby and lean,
Near-sighted, far-sighted, short-sighted, and long in vision.

I was made in your image, says ancient Scripture.
Made strong and tall, short and stout,
Born with hands tender and fragile,
Aged with hands gnarled and mature.
Large nose, small nose, crooked nose
Who knows the mathematical infinitude of your genetic possibilities?

I was made in your image, says ancient Scripture.
Made to give love and receive love.
Your passion courses through my veins.
And when I touch another human being in love,
It matters not what gender ignites the flame,
It matters only that the fire of life brings its light to the
darkened deadness of a world that cannot exist
without love’s transformative power.

I was made in your image, says ancient Scripture.
But who are you?
I need to know.
I who have eyes that are brown and blue and green and hazel.
I who am intellectually gifted and mentally challenged.
I who speak the languages of the world and no language at all.
I who know scientific equations and musical sonatas,
and know only the magic of a daily loaf of bread,
and the taunting sounds of racism,
and the mockery of my sexual orientation,
and the lack of respect for my aging body.
I who am all of these things and more want to know:
Who are you that I am made in your image?

I am, says ancient Scripture.
I simply am.
I am the Light of All-Being,
I am the Divine Spark.
I am the Source of Love,
The most transformative power
In the Universe.
All life is in my image.
I am in You,
And you are in me.
I am in your siblings.
They, too, are in me.
I am in your pain and suffering,
And I am in your compassion and joy.
I am Light and Love,
And Hope and Possibility…
And so are you.

Creator of All Life, Source of All Being
It was from the particles of the Universe that you formed me...
Iron and carbon and phosphorous
Mixed with energy, passion and dreams.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
I forgot that you are everywhere.
I forgot that I am everywhere.
Thank you for reminding me of who I am.
Amen.