Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Echoes

Echoes of the sea
washed up
empty.

Downcast and broken
potter's efforts all in vain
incomplete.
Pieces strewn:
puzzles of fear and failure,
hurt and anger,
jumbled, worthless.

The potters smile
reveals all is not lost,
this is but the forming:
unfired, malleable,
work in progress.
So here I am again,
knowing
I'm bruisedand tattered,
but in the healing hands
of the master potter.

2 comments:

byhisgracealone said...

oh how true for so many of us..yet our greatest comfort is knowing we are,indeed, in the hands of the master potter. Blessings to you Keith.

donna

Cami said...

"The potters smile
reveals all is not lost,
this is but the forming"

Praise God!