Being a clay pot must be tough.
You're born in a whirl.
Squeezed, pushed, and pulled.
Smeared in mud and slime.
Finally you're caressed into the perfect shape.
The artist decorates your surface.
Then it's off to the dryer and the kiln.
Et voila! A beautiful vase.
Sometimes life feels like being on a potter's wheel.
We feel moulded, squeezed, spun around.
It's scary unless we trust the Potter.
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