It starts with how creation happened: the origin of mankind that others like to be told in such a manner it is soft.
Let this be put in a
contemporary costume: Play-Doh. A perfect, direct comparison.
It is a well-known clay
first manufactured in Cincinnati as something contrary to its current use.
This kind of toy has
encountered wars, countless famines, economic relapse, false gods. Also, it has
seen a conveyor belt of world fads that have emerged throughout the years.
In literary terms, this
can be supplemented by such devices: figures of speech.
“Our experiences are like
clay; we can be molded by it, we can be parted by it, we can be created from our
plain form to complexity.”
… among others. Supported
by whatever positive remarks. Such statements will be backed by how clay really
is malleable; easily molded by hands. That we can be nitpicky towards the
color, and we even smell it, and find some addictive in its odor. We would say
we are clay in our ways. “We should live in the likeness of God.” Where
does that verse belong? What page?
Generation X, Y, Z, et
cetera. How the tables have turned that we shape our own salvation as clay.
We are but mud from our very own ground. “Humility,” as they
weaponize, has its etymology “humus” that pertains to the ground. Ground
is to mud. HUMBLE, six letters, as MOTHER, as in birth mother of sins: PRIDE.
As we disclose the other
pages of this story,
we would see, we would feel
the dough and wheat,
we would hear: “I am the
bread of Life,” as Jesus would proclaim. As His followers would second to
it. Ancient to modern. But with some documented appalling conversion of people
to Christianity, how sure are they that they disseminated the truth when there
had always been an issue of mistranslation?
The people would get on
their knees, and not look right into the eyes of their preconceived heaven.
Jesus is a malleable clay
that people would always love to play with. Love to carve. Love to build
castles with to protect their egos and reality. Out there, with their naked
bodies that they know are the temples of Christ: the majority of these naked people
carry posters with them, saying:
“Let me kill others, Lord!”
“Let me speak wrongly
towards others, Lord!”
“Closed eye, let me say
your scriptures,
and turn them into
stones, our graves!”
You breathe us life;
Now, we breathe each
other’s deaths.
Oh, creation!
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