The Potter
In the potter’s hands
the wet red clay transforms from
cylinder to vase
Sometimes we are clay
Spinning on the planet earth
shaped by God’s skilled hands
We are earthenware
cups and serving bowls to be
Filled and then poured out
In the potter’s hands
the wet red clay transforms from
cylinder to vase
Sometimes we are clay
Spinning on the planet earth
shaped by God’s skilled hands
We are earthenware
cups and serving bowls to be
Filled and then poured out
That last line is so important. Thank you so much for this poem.
Very nicely done!
Beautiful reminder to us, that “poured out”
Yes, “poured out.”
We often forget the Potter’s purpose!
Thank you. This is lovely.