In the beginning when god created the heavens and earth

He created the living things which walk this earth

But what if each creature was molded like clay

The creatures of the deep, before taking their plunge into the kiln of the ocean,

Were created to perfection by his hands

Like clay of a sculpture,

He places the moldable mass in front of him

And lets instinct guide him

He gave them fins for swimming

By pinching the material

Some creatures were given tentacles

Some were given snouts

Some were given claws

He would use his fingers

Smoothing the surface

And when he felt they were ready

He would pick them up,

Holding them between his thumb and forefinger

And gently places them into the cold water

And at first,

The creatures would float

Lifeless

He would exhale a breath towards the mass

And suddenly the air would shift

And a beautiful sound would fill the air

The first flap of a fin

The first call of a dolphin

The first splash of water

The first crack of a claw

Each time the sight of clay turned into life

With such success, the creatures of the land were done much the same

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**He places the moldable mass in front of him**

**And lets instinct guide him**

**He gave them feet for walking**

**By pinching the material**

**Some creatures were given fur**

**Some were given snouts**

**Some were given claws**

**Some were given sharp teeth**

**Others were given beaks**

**He was more creative this time**

**Feeling particularly playful**

**He gave one a long snout**

**Then one he gave a long neck**

**And on and on**

**He would use his fingers**

**Smoothing the surface**

**And when he felt they were ready**

**He would pick them up,**

**Holding them between his thumb and forefinger**

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And place them gently into the grass

The snow

The sky

Wherever he decided they belonged

Lifeless

He would exhale a breath towards the mass

And a beautiful sound would fill the air

The sound of life

The clay would harden

The creature would caw

Or roar

Or sing

or flap

or stretch

or run

And each time the sight of clay turned to life

And when he made Adam and Eve

He had learned so much

He was ready to make his masterpiece

He carefully sculpted their bodies

Careful to add what they needed

Hair for their head

A delicate mouth for them to eat

And to speak

And a brain capable of the most sophisticated ideas of any of his creatures

He knew this was his masterpiece

This would be the clay to shape his most beautiful and favorite creations

And so when he placed them upon this earth

He knew that one day these would be the creatures to rule it all

And gave them the ability to create with their own clay

Just not life

And they can sit and sculpt their heart desire

Tracing ridges with their thumbs

Pinching and pulling the clay

Taking invisible thoughts and ideas

And giving them their own version of life

Their own creation