He was probably sitting at his desk
in the middle of his study
flipping through his sketchbook
looking to see if any of his old work jumped out at him
im pretty sure he stopped at a few pages
squinted his eyes, tilted his head to the left
chewed on the back of his pen
before ultimately deciding he wasn’t really feeling it
so later chose to switch it up a bit
he wanted to be inspired
strike something new
i mean, everything he made was beautiful in its own right
but he was tired of using the same mold
he wanted to break out
experiment
challenge himself a bit i guess
he paced for a while
closing his eyes in an attempt to embrace the silence around him
until even his footsteps became too loud
so he stood still
searched the deepest parts of himself
gave in completely to the silence
and just as he did
An 8th
Followed by a 16th
twice per measure
In 6/8th time
just about 60 bpm
with an accent over the 8th
but as he listened it came into focus
it got louder
it became real.
When I think about God
and how he creates his people
I don’t see a factory with an assembly line
I don’t see angels grabbing at random body parts out of a bin
piecing people together
I don’t see prepackaged personalities
divvied up dispositions
tackle boxes of talents
or cartons of characteristics
I see a single artist.
a sculptor making us in his image
a painter giving us his likeness
a musician breathing rhythm into our veins
I see him rendering us each from scratch
seeking individual inspiration
developing us one by one
And on this day.
the day he made you
He used his heartbeat as your baseline
He put a deep Gregorian chant behind your eyes
your skin tone, he made the same color
as the opening notes of Coltrane’s “Giant Steps”
he put a handheld recording of a protest your personality.
your Volume is 10.
leave it there.
a Color Me bad stain on Choux Pastry lips
perfectly compliment “Whats Goin’ On?” In your smile.
he wrapped a remix of a Moonlight sonata around your hips
some of your Brown sugar is at the meeting of your thigh
he laid lullaby at your feet
and told your walk to blame it on the boogie
you are mixed to perfection.
harmonious but layered
youre a symphony with boom bap
an avant garde take on the human existence
your heart murmurs with sounds of early jazz
offbeat but on track.
But that’s just the way I imagine it
of course we don’t know for sure
theres no telling how we were created
But I swear
I fuckin swear you remind me of my favorite song.