The Potter And The ClayA Poem by KARENIsaiah 64:8
Bumpy clay lays on a table No lustrous colour appears Somberness is its personality Shapeless contour is featureless
Warm hands secure to lifeless form Assusive voice calms its fear, "I am the potter and you are the clay." Creativity begins to mold
Eyes azure blue glisten Ashen complexion fades Porcelain skin radiant and new Shines on a newly formed face Tender hands softly stroke his creation Tranquil voice repeats, "I am the potter and you are the clay."
Clay begins to turn humanlike A heart beats in a translucent chest Fragile blood course through veins Physical structure stares at her reflection Light illuminates a soothing glow A serene voice whispers, "I am the potter and you are the clay."
An individual stands in reverence As she stares at her maker Then, in a prudent voice she says, "You are the potter and I was the clay."
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StatsAuthorKARENHarrisville, MSAboutI love to write and cook! Me and my sister will soon be the author of a children's book titled Feelings Feelings Feelings, and a cookbook in the near future titled Two Heads In The Kitchen. I e.. more..Writing
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