The Potter and The Clay

Living Poetry word prompt – finger, forward, God

I, the clay
loosely scatter
rolling in the rain
look forward to 
understanding my purpose
through the potter's hand 

God, the potter
must have dirty fingers
after moulding me
according to 
His plan

I don't know
why He would dirty
His hands
to make me
into something pure

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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