I Hope You Know…

By: Brooke Keith

I hope that you know that in this great big vast universe

With stars suspended on silken strands of spider webs

That we cannot see from the concrete

That somewhere up there in this great big sky

Is a great big God with an eye for beauty.

How lovingly He must have dipped his fingers into eternity

To mold the hollows in your face.

How busy His mind must have been with who you would be.

What color would your eyes be painted?

Oil based autumn leaf brown?

Watercolor dips in seas of majesty or moss along the hillside?

Where your fathers’ fathers once lived.

Your hair, or lack there of,

Spun from clouds like cotton candy and arranage

By number atop your darling head.

Your fingertips carved in unique design

No copy saved in heaven’s database.

And the way you speak…

A print press with your terminologies, your quirks,

And the big words you pull out when you’re passionate about something.

I wonder if God ever goes back to that same cloud

On which He spent His day making you

To remember what it was like when you could see Him back.

As a mother, I’m sure it is likened to when the nurse

Wrapped my 5 children into that stripy hospital blanket.

I close my eyes. It’s white. It’s pink. It’s teal. It’s mine.

Today, if you feel alone remember, there is a God

Who takes pride in knowing He created you.

Beautiful, poignant, made to last…

And looking forward to the day you catch a glimpse of your reflection

When you too will stop to admire it.