You choose me from the pile of clay
to turn into a perfect piece
You kneaded me with your fingers
Made into soft piece of lump
Placed me on the wheelhead of this life
On the spinning wheel a new shape I got
but my mind and soul was not in peace
During trials and struggles I was weak
You burned me in the kiln
Made me a strong vessel
Embellished me with attractive colors
And filled me with your wisdom
Beautiful and winsome is your art
Alas, I have found someone who also believe G-d is artist
During trials and struggles I was weak You burned me in the kiln Made me a strong vessel Embellished me with attractive colors and filled me with your wisdom....humble expression. A great poem!
I too have written a poem that speaks of God the father of all fathers at his potters wheel and the same poem speaks of my opinions on abortion as well I hope you read my Poem [ God's Original three elder's ]
the image of the creator as an adept potter. the spiritual realm well put
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rini, after you commended me on my Poem of the Day, I decided to check out your Poet Page. This poem almost made me cry! Written with such depth and understanding. You captured that a perfect piece of pottery is not only beautiful to behold, but strong on the inside, too, due to being fired in the kiln (oven.) What a wonderfully insightful poem! Please write more like this!
Thank you so much for reading my poem and for your lovely comments, please go through my other poems too. You poem of the day is really a wonderful piece, keep going