His hands are strong and gentle

pushing lawn mowers

opening jars

soothing babies

His fingers, long and sensitive

typing code

untangling knots

wiping away tears

His heart is large and growing

leaking love

dispensing comfort

serving all

This is an attempt at a poem in response to a prompt from my Sunday School class, Imago Dei: Make an artistic representation of humility. My response (as might be obvious to those who know him) is inspired by my husband, Craig Hoff.

You can find another Imago Dei poem here.

Want to make your own artistic representation of humility? Feel free to add your own poem/story/? to the comments. (And if you’re local and don’t have a church, I recommend mine)