Christy Teas Poet Verse

Potters Wheel

Wheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Lamps holden in wheels created as before you see.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Between  the two a lamp moved promising today.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
The potters eyes who hold mine created me for you.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.

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John Watt July 27, 2020 at 7:15 PM Christy, this recalled to mind a favorite verse of mine in Isaiah 64:8 "Now, O Lord, you are the Father; we are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." Nice to see other Christians writing poetry. Blessings ~ John

Darlene De Beaulieu September 1, 2016 at 8:39 PM As a child in summer camp I would take pottery as an interest group.I made a soap dish,also a wall hanging,even a bowl.I treasured them. I enjoyed your poetrey. Christy Teas September 1, 2016 at 8:42 PM Thank you...and glad it brought good memories for you.