Love Poem: The Potters Hand
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Written by: Stephan McBride

The Potters Hand

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with 
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example 
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
 the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded 
for all has been brought forth to press on
 Just as  clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own 
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands 
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water