With Heart and Hands
As the potters wheel turns the clay
Strong yet gentle hands in close attention guide its sway
Rhymes come to mind and a melody to find
Sublime - Sublime - Sublime
As peace melts into the potters soul
the form evolves as thoughts come & go
What will he create this man of flesh and bone
he cannot know.....as it Hones - Hones - Hones
Though beauty attends it as it stands alone
The truth comes to mind " it's no more than a Stone "
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Only God can make a tree....
He creates them uniquely just as he has created you and me.
Copyright © Dory Lamb | Year Posted 2013
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