Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Historical Clay Pots #119



Historical Clay Pots




Molded clay
in its most
 natural
 form
mundane
with hollow
warped edged
frailty succumbly
immersed in the kiln
innocent before influence
of religion unlike implications
of Buddhist priests in realms of
transcendental meditation only to
be unrefined textures of forged clay
with fingerprints intact still uncovered
preserved potter shell of fleshly grays
as oil stain seeped into blemished spots
ugly at first sight but representative of
its design created by Ancient of Days
for transporting of  life giving waters
and sustenance of human existence
preserved for view thousands of
years in the grandeur of our
heart of heart's museum.


Isn't it amazing what God can do with a piece of clay?


-Lighthouse Bob




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