The Kiln

Fragile,as a tender pot He moulds us in the furnace The fire makes our beauty last Clean,glazed mistakes erased- A new creation cast.

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P Sheart

Date: 7/27/2008 7:30:00 AM

Lovely sentiment,one to be appreciated. Love Light Truth Patricia

Michael Jordan

Date: 7/27/2008 3:54:00 AM

Hi Brian - I get a feeling their is a story inside a story here - I remember once many years ago while in high school I made a woman carrying a baby in ceramics class - As always greatly enjoyed your write - Blessings Brian

Sharon Winter

Date: 7/27/2008 2:33:00 AM

My husband just read a book how to build your own kiln. Quite a project, perhaps when he retires. Ceramics are a lovely art. Perhaps you have symbolic meaning here. Love, Shar