Out Of The Clay Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Out Of The Clay
Out of the clay
He made it
Through more than one day
He puffed and tired
Suffering:
Then at the cusp of dusk and
Night he finished
Said: I am a Maker.
Said the Deep Rasping Voice
Above:
‘No, you be Molder-Controller, Just.'
Saturday, September 23, 2023
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