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.


Very beautiful.

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