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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Historical Clay Pots #119
Historical Clay Pots #119