RHYTHMS OF RESTORATION
Golden dust motes tumble down a shaft of brilliant sunshine
across the potters workbench
where the wheel turns and turns in endless rhythm.
dry, nail scarred hands grasp these illusive earthy components
adding living water, breathing renewal into
an original creation,
crafted with love
bought with a price,
treasured.
the wheel turns and turns
the hands lovingly smooth and restore
a network of hairline fractures and imperfections
from day-to-day life in the kingdom.
the wheel turns and turns today and into eternity
where the jar of clay is forever
the Potters beloved,
rejoiced over with singing.
The angel of Freedom sends up
a prayer of Gratitude.
The jar of clay becomes an active display of
the Potters power held within,
as a treasure to be released daily with joy.
Potter and clay continue as one in endless rhythm.
Trudy Peters
2020
1 comment:
Awesome poetry!
Catherine
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