This morning I feel puzzled.
Why am I the person that I am?
Why did My God create me
flawed?

An image flashes into my mind
of bluebells growing in the shade
and of tender, green grass
lit up brightly in the summer sun
at Moydamlaght.

My God speaks:
“Claire,
what do you think of my grass?”
“It’s beautiful”, I reply.
“I love its brightness
when the sun shines through it.
I love to see it dance in the breeze.
It looks young, tender and lush.
I love its greenness.”

My God asks,
“Will I tell you why my grass is so green?”
I nod.

My God explains,
“My grass is green
because I designed it that way.
Every single blade of grass
may not be perfect
but it is my work of art
and it is beautiful
and it is wonderful.”

My God continues,
“And you are another one of my works of art,
created by me,
exactly the way you are
on purpose.
Don’t waste time wondering why:
just trust me;
I’m a master craftsman!”

© Claire Murray