Wednesday, Aug. 06, 2003 - 3:00 pm
Um... I'm sorry.
This relationship just isn't working for me.
I'm at www.dailypreciousness.org now. So change that bookmark.
God went to beauty school
He went there to learn how
to give a good perm
and ended up just crazy
about nails.
So He opened up His own shop.
"Nails by Jim" He called it.
He was afraid to call it
Nails by God.
He was sure people would think He was being
disrespectful and using
his own name in vain
and nobody would tip.
He got into nails, of course,
because He’d always loved
hands –
hands were some of the best things
He’d ever done
and this way He could just
hold one in His
and admire those delicate
bones just above the knuckles,
delicate as birds’ wings
and after He’d done that
awhile,
He could paint all the nails
any color He wanted
then say,
"Beautiful,"
and mean it.
(From _God went to beauty school_ by Cynthia Rylant.)
I love this poem because it's so simple and direct. What a great premise! I think God should definitely go to Shopper's Food Warehouse and battle to get in the 20-items-or-less line. That would be great. After he gets the double-wide, of course.
