My prayer-poem for Tuesday 13 April 2021

The Potter


Taking clay,
carefully, deliberately,
the potter moves it from hand to hand
with creative intent.
Then the sudden, almost brutal
throwing
as if discarding with contempt;
And, slowly spinning,
strong hands
gather and guide
with head and shoulders
fully poised above.
Then unfolds a wonder;
as clay spins,
closeted in holy hands,
the lump is centred
and hands are still.
In a sudden,
    beautiful
         moment,
the pot is formed.


©️Mark Andrew Smith