Don’t be half-hearted about this – <br />be clay. <br /> <br />You know all about clay – <br />be clay. <br /> <br />Humble, submissive, reverent – <br />awaiting the Potter’s hands. <br /> <br />Enjoy that humility, that surrender – <br />feel already so near God. <br /> <br />Now the wheel begins to turn – <br />the Potter is here! <br /> <br />Feel His hands – the more you feel them, <br />the more you know the love in them. <br /> <br />Now you’re being shaped: <br />turned on the wheel like a dervish turns, <br /> <br />you’re becoming like that tall column of stillness, <br />rising from the centre of the whirling skirt; <br /> <br />still; in the memory of the Potter’s hands; <br />you recognise yourself who waited for you. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br /> [leaning on the poems of Hafiz]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-clay/
