A Poem About Pottery
My Vessels
Empty Vessels: A Poem
I'm an empty vessel ready to be
molded into the shape my creator desires for me.
Thank you for taking me from a soft clay,
into the beautiful art I'm today.
You put me through fire, I never thought I'd endure.
You pulled me out when I was sure
I'd melt to a puddle warped and obscure,
but I was made beautiful as you opened the door.
I felt a gentle breeze caress my shape.
The brittleness I felt has all gone away.
I stand proud of what I withstood,
I don't envy anything, not metal or wood.
I am who I am, molded from clay.
An empty vessel, I stand here today.
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© 2011 Brian Loewer
Comments
AUTHORThank you so much for the great compliment Harish!
Yes, we are all special and made with unique temperament and special attributes of our own that set us apart from all others. Lovely poem, my friend and yes, voted up. :-)
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Thank you BlessedMboya.
Good job.
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Hey thanks a lot R9. Appreciate the read
That was a very interesting peace, well written
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Thanks a lot Justin. I really appreciate the share!
Very true Homestead- Thanks for reading!
Susan, Audrey, and Tillsontitan, Thank you so much for reading!
This poem is an enigma, but one that is easy to decipher. How we are molded! Beautiful. Voted up.
Really, really nice piece! Loved it!
Wonderful poem. What caught my eye was pottery in your title. But after reading your poem I see that it is about how we are shaped as people. Beautiful piece!
Great hub! We are all beautiful because we were created in His image.
brian, excellent work. up and shared
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Ebower! I never replied.... Thank you so much for the great words!.. I'll have to read that verse in Jeremiah since I'm not familiar. Take care- brian
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V! I just read your full name... Verita Izabel. That's a crazy gorgeous name! Anyway I'm glad you liked it, not one of my favorite ones, but Thanks!
Great work, Brian! And your EMPTY VESSEL MODELS looked beautiful :D I loved it! Up and away
This reminded me of Jeremiah 18:1-4. Sometimes we complain about difficulties in our life, but we usually come out as better people on the other side. Thanks for this lovely poem; I voted it up and beautiful!
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Thank you both so much for the great comments... Were all just forms in need of some molding :)
I do agree with Poohgranma about how beautiful this poem is. It for a fact that we become empty vessels but can only be molded out of our own free will. And for many that doesn't happen. It is obvious that your yearning is vivid and passionate about the One who molded you as a clay pot and how you willingly offer your all to be used to His purpose is beautiful and exemplary.
PS: What's this about your art is not worth buying? You're nuts to think that. LOL
I would buy any of these items in a blink! Awesome job. My favorites...The opening grey vase, Spirits Bottle, 3 legged Soda Fired pourer, And Soda Fired Lamp or "Man in the City". Though they are all beautiful. :-)
You have realized and given voice to something a lot of people will never comprehend. To make us in the image He wants, we must go through some trails and some fire. It is through this process we are made useful and can be content with knowing that all the while, the Potter had a plan for our good and not our destruction.
A beautiful writing!
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