Sheltered by the Potter's calloused, earth stained hands,
formless moist dust takes shape,
vessel of promise
Faithful wheel, rotates, bringing humble organic mud to life,
Hands that formed countless earthen vases, molds beauty.
Masterpiece rare rises, shaped by Creator's touch.
Wheel spinning, too much pressure, imperfection exposed,
clay folds, now a marred, unrecognizable
Unfailing loving hands scoop damaged clay,
wheel turns, Master shapes, clay bends, surrender.
Flawless masterpiece emerges from rough earthy mess,
Have thine own way Lord.
----jennifer l. jones 2012