Behold as the poem in the hand of the poet
who takes our old words and makes them new.
So are we in Your hand, O God of words –
Look to the covenant, ignore our lack of rhyme.
Behold as the cookie in the hand of the baker
who blends the sugars to satisfy the disparate needs.
So are we in Your hand, O God of diets –
Look to our agreement, and ignore the burnt bottoms.
Behold as the code in the hand of the coder
who gives us the colors and information and functionality.
So are we in Your hand, O God of devices –
Look to our progress, ignore our eyes on the screens.
Behold as the microphone in the mouth of the politician.
who says the things that make at least half of us feel okay.
So are we in Your hand, O God of truth and un-truth –
Look to our intention, ignore the inevitable failure.
Behold as the bag of food in the hand of the deliverer
who sustains us behind our closed doors.
So are we in Your hand, O God of abundant packaging –
Look to the sustenance, ignore the forgotten french fries.
Behold as the medicine in the hand of the healer
who makes all the unwelcome visitors inside us go away.
So are we in Your hand, O God of vaccines –
Look to the efficacy, ignore the sketchy bedside manner.
Behold as the day to day in the hand of the citizen
who goes one day, one hour, one second at a time.
So are we in Your hand, O God of getting through it –
Look to what You promised, ignore how we fall.