In the Image of God

To whom will you imagine me and compare me to?

“For in his image he

created man.”

As worded,

I am

called a man (Adam in Hebrew)

named after the earth (Adama in Hebrew)

why was I named as a man after the lowest

part of creation?

For that I am flattered. In any case

the sky is not achievable.

And yet at the same time as a man I am

treated upliftingly and exaltedly that the Torah gives

me

for the Creator of the World who chose

me in his image and in this passes over

my futility

in front of God? I relish

ironic statements like this,

but

as long as I don’t know

the sight of God

It does not interest me

that it’s possible to simulate a shape to its creator

like clay in the potter’s hand

and allow me to reflect on

this paradox:

hence, God can

wear my bra

snort a cigarette and confront

the forlorn thoughts that

visit me

in Jerusalem – where

the divine revelation in the world

resides, so to speak.

And if I was created in God’s image,

from here it is possible to compare with the parable

about a craftsman who with does the material

as he pleases,

for which it is called “matter in the hand of the creator”

but should I admire

that I

am in God’s hands like the matter in the hand of the artist?

And more than that, it is said

that I was created in his image.

Of course not.

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