Pottery/Poetry {a #poem}
heart potato from my garden, 2020
Potent works of art we are
molded by God, thrown on
the wheel, mud at his mercy.
Shaped and used as He wills,
fired in this earthly kiln–
refined, His glory glazes.
Empty vessels, He fills us,
to water others with love,
slaking their thirst.
Sometimes we leak
through cracks, clay
ready for redemption, then
repaired, we speak of hope
and second chances.
As poems we are Heaven’s words
to the world, living pens in
his hand, writing truth as
we tell of pain and the past in
rhyme and rhythm, speaking
in tones that fit the time, invisible
language lands on listening ears.
No two messages alike.
We are varied.
Beautiful.
Very beautiful.
