Thoughts To Ponder
Secret things in the heart
Is either birthing
In the light
Or in the darkness
Both will be exposed
Clay that is pliable
Can be molded and formed
Into a chosen vessel
In a Master Crafter's hands
But Clay that is dry
Is put back into clay water
In the hope
It will be reborn pliable
©? Brenda V Northeast 31st Dec. 2011
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2011
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