Weekend Rest: Resting on the Wheel

Sheltered by the Potter's calloused, earth stained hands,

formless moist dust takes shape,

vessel of promise

emerges.

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.

Until...

Wheel spinning, too much pressure, imperfection exposed,

clay folds, now a marred, unrecognizable

lifeless clump

of dirt.

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

Wednesday Inspiration

"For who hath known the mind of the Lord?
 or who hath been his counselor?
...For of him, and through him, are all things;
to whom be glory for ever. Amen."

Romans 11:34-36

Tuesday Treasures

Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending.
You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.”

Saint Augustine (354-430);