Fingered Finesse
It’s all about discipleship I say aloud eating away the silence now a vibrating membrane of memory cracked open by words tumbling in open space. The moist mud is magical in the potter’s tireless hands shaping and re-shaping me into a work of art. Entering the convulsions of time I peer at the patched pieces re-worked patiently so no fragments sit discarded on open shelves of unsettled innocence. A perpetual thirst draws me to an oasis as I fasten tightly on to covenant love and kindness in a trance of hope. Divine, wet fingers mold me slowly waiting for faith to grow in radiating light ready to be sent to a broken world caught between jagged spaces. I wait for the malaise to disappear as a flash of fear flies by now caught in cascading grace still pliable in the potter’s embrace.. "Just like clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, House of Israel." (Jeremiah 18:6)
Peter Bisson
Posted at 01:12h, 15 SeptemberThank you Viola!
Sylvia Lee
Posted at 08:48h, 15 SeptemberThank you Viola for the reminder through your beautiful poem.
No matter when and where, we are the clay in the potter’s hands … in the kind and loving hands of our Lord. For this, we pray.
God bless you Viola.
Carol von Zuben
Posted at 15:36h, 15 SeptemberViola, you have given us a wonderful opportunity to just sit and “be” with your beautiful poem . Thank you so much.
Ana Maria Rodriguez
Posted at 16:37h, 15 SeptemberGod will always want more from us and give more to us….. just our trust, faith and love is needed for that “Clay in the potter’s hand!!!!!” Remain being a unique piece of art….. Thank you Viola to touch our hearts
maria susanto
Posted at 19:11h, 15 Septemberthank you for sharing your poem Viola.
Fay Vaz
Posted at 20:23h, 15 SeptemberGod be with you and may the Holy Spirit always inspire you to share your talents with us all. Thank you
So vividly described, Reading your Poem, I realize how each day I’m being moulded in the loving hands of Jesus, day in and day out, when I can spend quiet time letting him work on me.
Ralph Pais
Posted at 20:51h, 15 SeptemberVery beautifully written Viola.
Dominicus Susilo
Posted at 05:39h, 16 SeptemberYes, indeed, we are being sharped and formed into something valuable through His Merciful hands.
Lorraine Majcen
Posted at 09:23h, 21 NovemberThank you Viola! As I ponder and reflect on the words in this poem, I am reminded of how precious I am in Gods eyes. How he painstakingly molds me into his image and likeness, if I allow him to. What a beautiful image!
Karen Arthurs
Posted at 09:47h, 21 November“still pliable in the potters hands”, it is never too late, if we believe in the hope of each new day.
Very touching reflection, Viola.
Suzanne Renaud
Posted at 10:27h, 21 NovemberBeautiful Viola!
Christine Domingo
Posted at 14:05h, 22 NovemberThank you, Viola. Beautiful!
Silvia Girod
Posted at 20:59h, 22 NovemberWhat a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing
Jacqui
Posted at 07:04h, 23 NovemberBeautiful. Mold me, O Lord, in your image.
Tonis
Posted at 12:33h, 23 NovemberBeautiful, thank you for sharing, what a lovely Poem, may God bless you and your talents, many blessings to you and your loved ones, tonis.
A perpetual thirst
draws me to an oasis
as I fasten tightly on to
covenant love and kindness
in a trance of hope.
Roy Fanthome
Posted at 05:00h, 25 NovemberHallelujah. Praise the Lord
Edlyn de Souza
Posted at 22:34h, 26 NovemberAs always, INSPIRING. Thanks Viola. God Bless.