Essence

Water and earth    
melt into clay    
beneath prismatic arc    
of sun and of rain    
   
Once arid and parched    
the dust has known thirst    
yearning for rain    
from sky forth to burst    
   
Trickles of rust -    
a medium forms    
from broken hard land    
now softened by storms    
   
Hands of a potter    
enfolding the new    
this clay that is one    
where there once had been two    
   
Two elements strong    
a mingled duet    
blended together    
to become what was meant    
   
Melted together    
essence embraced    
absorbing each other    
long more than for sate    
   
A vessel is shaped    
concave at the heart    
existing for purpose    
delighted as art...    
   
Calls to be filled    
desires to hold    
to curve around gently    
soft edges rolled    
   
A vessel, caressed    
sculpted with care    
light shines from the hollow    
exposed to the air    
   
This new form is fragile    
its memory fresh    
with original thought    
of each piece, separate  
 
Easily shattered  
by foot or by hand  
by careless intention  
may scatter in sand  
   
But, wholly together    
two remain one    
rain prismatic light    
from within, reflect sun    
   
   
“But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.”    
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭64:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬    
   
“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.”    
2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭NLT‬‬‬‬    
   
“You water its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth.”    
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭65:10‬ ‭ESV‬‬