Pottery | A Poem

"Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." Isaiah 64:8

This is the message that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Jeremiah, go down to the potter’s house. I will give you my message there.”So I went down to the potter’s house and saw him working with clay at the wheel. 4 He was making a pot from clay. But there was something wrong with the pot. So the potter used that clay to make another pot. With his hands he shaped the pot the way he wanted it to be.Then this message from the Lord came to me: “Family of Israel, you know that I can do the same thing with you. You are like the clay in the potter’s hands, and I am the potter.” Jeremiah 18:1-5

You make me Wabi Sabi art

I see the gold where You mend me

Broken pieces tended to.

You make me Pentimenti painting

New with the old peeking through

Grace of Your colors painting making me new.

You make me a piece of pottery

Shaping and molding me with Your Hands

That way I look more like You.

with joy,

MJ