Pottery Maker
written by
Jeannette Zink
Inspired by Isaiah 64:8
There is a warmth in this midnight air;
the Pottery Maker labors without care;
art perfection blazing with flare;
broken and flawed met not with disgusted glare;
imperfection hailed as beauty in this warm midnight air.
The Pottery Maker knows well the clay held in hand;
remnants scattered and found in states of worst to bland;
creator of grace traveling throughout the land;
search and found just as plan;
the Pottery Maker knows well the clay held in hand.
There is love and joy with each turn of the Pottery Maker’s wheel;
we, the benefactor of this kindred spirit-fill;
gift of mercy given without conditional will;
mold us by hand with each turn of the Pottery Maker’s wheel.
There is a warmth in this midnight air;
the Pottery Maker labors without care;
art perfection blazing with flare;
broken and flawed met not with disgusted glare;
imperfection hailed as beauty in this warm midnight air.
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