Preservation
Civilizations, ancient;
are rife with stories,
which they preserve
throughout time.
Tales of the potter
and his clay.
The creator’s clay,
is quite ancient.
The potter,
uses it to build his stories
of life; which time
will preserve.
What a potter preserves
in the clay;
takes time
and it becomes ancient.
Many life stories,
are told by the potter.
All good potters,
will preserve
their stories,
within clay.
Records of the ancients;
reside in the library of time.
One time,
I became a potter.
Like the ancients;
I want to preserve,
in clay,
my stories.
The billions of stories;
told throughout time;
are sacred and I, the potter,
will add mine, in clay
and preserve
them; just like the ancients.
Future ancients, will look back at my stories.
Those that were preserved so long ago.
They will see, that this potter, loved working with the clay.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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