With A Puff

A reflection on Ecclesiastes 12:

I’m trying to wrap my mind around creation.

I look at my babies for insight

not babies anymore

making worlds with their words

their words

with a logos-like ferocity and will

saying for Thomas the Train “puff puff puff”

and my mind turns to temporality and fragility

water sliding off my skin as I do dishes

looking out the window at the droplets of sun on this winter’s day

but no snow covers the ground

the dirt and dust are ever present with us to remind me

we will someday disappear with a puff,

and I remember my createdness, my creatureliness, my creator.

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Words: Mihee Kim-Kort
Image: alxndr jones
Music: Dexter Britain