Clay Pot

I am a clay pot
handcrafted by
the Maker’s hands.
Worn but precise,
gentle but purpose-driven.

I am not a shiny ceramic bowl
or a china teacup.
I am a clay pot.

I am brittle,
lacking design or color.
I do not reflect light or
have intricate pink roses
growing around my sides.
I am a clay pot.

But I was crafted by old hands,
knowledgeable and wise.
My Maker takes care of me.
He places me so I will not break
or feel envious of the beautiful designs.
I am a clay pot.
My Maker has crafted me perfectly.
to help aid the growing of beautiful creations.

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