The Clay and Its Potter, a poem by Ifeanyi Sibling at Spillwords.com
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The Clay and Its Potter

The Clay and its Potter

written by: Ifeanyi Sibling

 

Does a clay pot contend with its maker?

For years, I wrestled with Your purpose for me,
Calling out, again and again,
Seeking to know what You had planned.
I pleaded my case before You,
Yet silence was my only reply.

Then, like winter’s breath upon my skin,
I felt something—
A whisper in the stillness,
A voice unmistakable:

“I Myself will prepare your way,
Leveling mountains and hills.”

Hope rekindled at the thought of treasures hidden in secret places.
And then, I understood.

Does the clay question the hands that shape it?
In repentance, I wept.

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