ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
A lump of clay – no life – unanimated – uninspired,
Left to the hands of the Potter,
He pushes and prods with the strength of His hands,
He manipulates with the tenderness of His fingers,
And creates something beautiful from the unrecognizable,
He chisels details – two eyes, a nose, a mouth,
A human form, with flesh and blood,
He breathes life into newly formed nostrils with His own exhalatiion,
Then He sets it aside – letting His handiwork rest for a while,
Left to its own will and devices,
The creation is led by its own desires and passions,
It wanders aimlessly through an unknown existence,
Without the Creator, it cannot think clearly,
Its mind is controlled by its desires,.
Deeper into a pit of nothingness,
Alone and out of control,
Because it has not yet been exposed to the Light,
The Potter stops until His masterpiece is found,
He takes it into His loving hands,
He brings it closer to the Light.
Punches and reshapes,
He erases the blemishes,
Polishes and finishes,
The Creation experiences the Light,
It feels the warmth,
Bends at the touch,
It is irresistible.
Through the Potter’s loving touch,
The clay now experiences eternal life.