Created
Clay's shades and shapes vary
Chiseled, molded, hand-spun
Creatures of all sorts thrive
Characters peculiar
Complimentary kinds
Callings unique to each
Creative like their source
But now, O LORD, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.
Isaiah 64:8 NKJV
5-17-2021
A plieades
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