I am a lump of clay,
and you are the potter;
Though I am a tool in your hands,
you love me and give various shapes.
Don't make me a toy,
used for children's joy;
For they will tamper with,
my beauty and injure me.
Don't make me an idol,
worshipped by people;
Coz they might desecrate me
when all I want is holiness.
Don't make me a decorative piece
used to embellish museums;
for toadies would flatter me
and lavish me with unwanted praise.
Make me a beacon
that will end sorrow's darkness
by flooding light of happiness
and act as a signal of love!
A beautiful prayer. Where there is light, darkness must fade away. Kind regards, Sandra
Great poem. very well structured and beautifully worded....excellent stuff....10
This is a wonderful poem and a Beacon itself, of poetry. A 10. GW62
this beacon of poetic lines is the melody of each true soul that ryhmes and you are surely that true soul
'Make me a beacon that will end sorrow's darkness by flooding light of happiness and act as a signal of love! ' 10 for this moving composition. Marvelous.
wonderfull use of imagery....quite a heartfelt plea...great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poe on existence