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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