Vessels  at Evi's house!


I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded at my will.

I came again when days were past;
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.

I took a piece of living clay,
And gently formed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.

I came again when days were gone;
It was a man I looked upon;
That early impress still he wore,
And I could change it never more.

Author Unknown

Thank God we have been made in His imagine
and have His stamp upon our lives!


Marg said...

Thank-you for your inspiring thoughts. Now I will look at my pottery with more value...How true...You can't change it...but thank God he can continue to mold our hearts.

Ruth's Photo Blog said...

What a lovely poem,this should inspire us all to mold those young children carefully.

Jan said...

You do have a good eye for a meaningful thoughtful poem, Karin. Thanks for sharing and God Bless.

Glenda said...

I do love this powerful poem and have it posted on one of our Sunday School bulletin boards at church. We who are teachers - and we all are in some way - need to be reminded of our great responsibility as well as the thrill of helping to mold a child's life in a positive way!

Anneliese said...

Thank you for sharing these inspiring thoughts, Karin. Beautiful pottery too!