The Potters Hand

In the beginning it was dust being tossed around in the wind with no direction wandering for a home that could not be found alone laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay bringing forth a new life form from which by itself was alone and dead water shall be made available to all which shall give the texture to work with few will absorb into a ready substance seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example washing away the stones which caused it to separate the Potter shall embrace with guidance pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation for this new creation to be molded for all has been brought forth to press on Just as clay while being formed into his creation will fall and try to go on its own for it has no support within itself and has to be known it can not do it alone but he watches closely and with his hands he continues to mold and patch all things right for he knows its path and direction for only by staying in the center of his hands shall it be raised up into a finished product set up to be baked by the fire to purify which then can be filled with overflowing water