The Tea Cup Mystery Poem by Lynn W. Petty

While sitting at the table sipping tea,
I had the thought that though my teacup has
But just a singular intent, its state
Of being is a two-part form. There is
An inside and an outside wall which shapes
The clay into a useful, hollow mold.
Was it devised in two connecting parts?
Through glazing did the two-parts fuse as one?
What if there were no outside wall, could there
Be still an inside wall, or are the two
The same? The answer seems to be, to me,
Without the outside wall there could be no
Internal wall, for though it seems, there are
The two, the two are really one. Is that
Not the relationship existing in
The spiritual life of man? Is he not
A living vessel, a hollowed lump of clay,
Who, through the gift of will, can pull the cork
Of mind, and fill his emptiness, to his
Capacity, by being consciously
Aware of the reality of God?