The Potter And The Clay

The Potter And The Clay

A Poem by storiestotell
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Isaiah 64:8

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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."

 

 

© 2011 storiestotell


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Deep. Liked it!

Posted 8 Years Ago


storiestotell

8 Years Ago

Thanks!
Beautiful....

Posted 8 Years Ago


storiestotell

8 Years Ago

Thanks!
Beautifully portrayed expression at its best....

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Pax
wow, enjoyed each line.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I love the story behind this line and also my Savior and my God..Also I love working in clay..not as a potter but more of a sculpturer...Kathie

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like this! It almost reminds me of a Max Lucado short story, which takes me back. Good job! Well thought out and great imagination and choice of words! Awesome!

Posted 9 Years Ago


I loved watching these loving and nurturing hands create something so beautiful.
This work really touched me.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I enjoyed the poem. I like the wisdom in the words. Poetry with a lesson are always a pleasure to read. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Such a beautiful metaphor you use, I always say since I was little, "everything has a soul," this poem proves that I am not the only one who felt this from an early age and thought ... Beautifully written, It lived in me completely.

Posted 9 Years Ago


something so primal in the making of vessels out of clay - the molding and making the turning and the shaping ~

surprising end - post post post modern maybe

Anyway

I enjoyed this piece ~

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on December 12, 2011
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Tags: Potter, Clay, Eyes, Face, Body, Human, Person, Jesus

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storiestotell
storiestotell

Harrisville, MS



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I 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..

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