Jim Farr

The Sculptor - Poem by Jim Farr

you are the sculptor
and I am the clay
you formed me
into the likeness you desired
my imperfections
you cut away
some do not peel away easy
they are removed with agony
but I trust in you great sculptor
fine artist, make me a thing of beauty
in your kiln, cure me with fire
burn my insecurities away
bring out what is great inside me
and when you open my eyes
look down at me
and find pleasure in your work

Comments about The Sculptor by Jim Farr

  • (5/29/2012 9:10:00 PM)

    Speaks of God and us mortals much, I'm sure God wanted us to be right - BUT (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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