The Potter's Hand

The Potter’s Hand – August 26, 2009

I find myself

Caught inside this mosaic

Your design and plan

Steeped in love

My life your vessel

You pour yourself

Into my heart

Until it’s overflowing joy

Your sacrifice so long ago

Reaches out to hearts parched

Starving for love

Longing for peace

And if I am willing

Open to your leading

Accepting of the potter’s hand

You use this broken

And reformed vessel

To pour out your

Endless

Fathomless

Peerless love

Into the souls

Of these dying

For peace

With the one

Who created them

To be far more

Than an island

A lonely soul

Forlorn and

Longing for meaning

Made for the corporate role

Your design a mosaic

Broken pieces

On their own

So small

Unable to tell

Your story

Together forming a painting

An image

That can speak volumes

To the lost

And heartbroken

Those without hope

Without a hero

To save the day

To redeem the time

Lost

Without impact

With little meaning

Instead

You save

You pick up the fallen

Carry the lame

See for the blind

Hear for the deaf

And speak for those

Whose voices

Have become weak

Unable to be heard

Over those who mislead

By their purpose

Or by delusion

Cries that you hear

For the truth

They reveal

Lostness

Loves bereft

Loneliness without remedy

A vacuum in their souls

Seeking to be filled

With anything to

Relieve the pain

All things sought

Only bringing sorrow

Regret

Numbness

But still

That hole

Bottomless

Seeks to be filled

Hopeless

They plod on

Restlessly moving

From one remedy

To another

Finding them all

To be empty promises

Only when one

Of your own

Hears your call

To risk much

And reach across

Death’s dark gulf

Can a lifeline

Reach the hands

Grasping Weakly

Eyes seeking hope

Through your children

You give gifts

Undeserved

Unearned

To those

Who have

Nothing to offer

Except themselves

Such as they are

Gifted and yet

Unused

Directionless

With a hole

In their soul

Longing to be filled

A gulf

A wound to be closed

When it is joined

And healed

By your hands

That created all things

That bring justice

That stretch wide

To welcome us

Home

That paid our debt

Our brother’s and sister’s

Too

You long to call us

Family

To call us children

To give us our

Inheritance

And all of this

Comes to pass

When you fill that

Eternal gulf

In our soul

With you