potter's efforts all in vain
incomplete.
incomplete.
Pieces strewn:
puzzles of fear and failure,
hurt and anger,
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,
I'm bruisedand tattered,
but in the healing hands
of the master potter.
1 comment:
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
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