In my mind I saw
the potter’s wheel spinning
the wet clay without the potter’s hand
flew off the wheel in every direction
I was thinking about marriage
then I saw strong hands
center the clay
shape it into
a useful piece of pottery
what if in marriage like clay
we are molded and kneaded together between
the strong potter’s hands
gently put on the wheel
we let his hands center us
as the wheel spun on
we allowed him to form us
the way our clay would go
shape us into a vessel
extravagantly glazed with his beauty
through the fire we hold together
able to carry
living water
to a thirsty world
© 2013 Julie Clark
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