final touch#006

Great shot!

Best regards, Gabi

No remarks whatsoever!

PDE

I generally come here looking for inspiration to write a poem. When I saw your photograph it took me back many years ago to one that I wrote.

I ask your permission to post it.

deborah

A Perfect Vessel by deborah elaine barrie 1980©

There lies upon a table

A shapeless lump of clay

No purpose in its being

No meaning in its day.

But enters in the potter

A master at his art

His eyes behold an image

As he begins to start.

Upon the wheel he molds it

With hands of utmost skill

Alas the clay defies him

Too flawed to meet his will.

He does not take another

More suited to his plans

But from the wheel removes it

And works it with his hands.

At last it seems to please him

And he begins anew

To mold a perfect vessel

As he first set out to do.

Three times I watched in wonder

Three times the master failed

Without one trace of hopelessness

At last his will prevailed.

The clay was molded slowly

No flaw his eye could find

The master had perfected

The image of his mind.

Then God’s Spirit whispered gently

A great lesson you’ve been taught

Your Father was the Master

And you my child, the pot.

Thank you very much.

deborah