My clay, though aged
not as in my youth
yet supple to his touch
to his loving hands
Sitting on the potter’s wheel
my clay in his hands
to be restored by his touch
to be transformed by his command
November 12, 2010
after posting the following poem to
www.christianpoetry.org
November 12, 2010
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Going back on the potter’s wheel
Understanding the father,
perhaps in a different way
the creator, our savior
gathering us in
his arms open wide
taking in our brokenness
placing us
back on the potter’s wheel
changing us
molding us
new clay may we be
able to move, to flow anew
shaped by the potter once again
December 4, 2009
Genesis 1:1-2:4a
Genesis 2:4b-25
the tension between the two traditions
giving us two creation stories
Ecclesiastes 12:7
Jeremiah 18:1-4
&
via email conversation 12/4/09
with artist and teacher
Carol Childress,
author of blog, “Choosing Joy”,
http://carolchil.blogspot.com/
and see: http://carolchil.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-everything-there-is-season.html
&
Luke 15:11-32
Parable of the Prodigal Son
Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
Friday, November 12, 2010
On the Potter’s Wheel
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Raymond A. Foss,
United Methodist
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