Earthen Jar (A Prayer Poem) Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

O Lord, divine potter of my soul;
I am not a vessel of sterling beauty,
the golden goblet or the silver chalice.

I am an earthen jar crafted in simplicity;
I've become scarred and broken
through my years.

But fill this cup Lord. Let your light
shine through all the cracks and crevices;
I will sparkle in the eyes of men.

When they see how common clay glistens,
it is You shining through me, as I am,
that will draw them to the light within.