Armadillo Poem by Sarah Everson

Creator God midst clouds a-boil
Divided day from night,
Pushed sea from land and with his toil
Came thunder and then light.
Yet still bereft of Life spark there
His power flows anew,
And forms most wonderous and most fair
From fingertips they flew.
Lo, beauty and diversity:
Swan, horse and tiny bat,
Plus whales from his facility.
He searches on the ground- (formerly: new images and sounds)
Some pieces here, some pieces there,
More life may yet be found
As something strange and also rare.

A tiny spade-shaped leather head
Black eyes and pointed nose,
A body just like tire-tread
Puffed as a coiling hose.
This mammal's underside has hair
It sports a thickish tail
It rolls up quickly to prepare
As self-defense from hails
Of blows, or claws, or even stones.
A waddling fleshy tank,
But tender mother to its young.

We have a God to thank
Who gave this heart his sacred blood.
He showed what he could do.
Just watch its grace, a tree, a willow,
Dog, fish and ant and shrew.
As laughter's raucous song is sung,
I introduce the Armadillo!