The Potter's House
The potter sows seed and is ready to reap a harvest. She begins work at twilight.
She plants, scatters seeds, and water the field. She smiles with delight because her chores are well-done.
The day is consumed with abundant labor; because the harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few.
She engages with her field and leaves nothing unfinished. She attends to it as a mother to a child. This passion is something that cannot be ignored; because she never knew a love like this before.
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