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
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!
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
This poem is a beautiful work of poetry.
Thanks lam...