Monday, October 25, 2010
To Feel the Hand of the Potter
To dance with the creator
to feel the hand of the potter
guiding my steps in this life
in the touch of my savior
Living with the Spirit,
moving my trembling feet
sometimes when I am willing
able to walk on the waters
Alive in those moments
the gentle touch of my brother
steering me safely
through the shadows of this life
The hands of my maker
as I let the yoke fall on me
going with my master
to the hill of Calvary
Only in following the shepherd
to feel his staff’s guiding
only in the touch of the potter
am I bound for eternity
October 25, 2010
on hearing my poem, “Beach Sand”,
read by Warwick Pascoe for television series
October 25, 2010
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