Making

Inspired by the work of Tyler DeLong

Your work in six days was complete
when all the earth was new,
but still you labor faithfully,
creation to renew.
All things are working back to you
that here are incomplete,
then let me labor as you do,
who labors within me.

Draw out of me the rawest good
to make the seventh day.
Work in my body and my blood,
for I am made of clay.
Then in my lesser way I take
the clay, the wine, the wood,
and in your image here I make—
and sometimes it is good.

Take my imperfect making, Lord,
as you take bread and wine,
and in your mystery transform
the dross to the divine.
For every gift that I call mine
was from your chalice poured
and back it flows, a streaming line,
where I must follow, Lord.