Clay

You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, “You did not make me”? Can the pot say to the potter, “You know nothing”?   Isaiah 29:16

all your life

spent reaching for a tomorrow,

waiting for the storm to pass,

watching the tide turn,

wondering if it is enough,

hoping for more,

coming to the realization

this is all there is,

the best it will ever be;

I watch them from afar,

struggling, toiling,

making deals,

compromising with the darkness,

reaping the rewards;

I have tried to be like them,

seeking comfort,

searching for security,

trying to find peace;

weekends at the beach,

backyard pool parties,

family get-togethers;

it will never be;

You were there in the beginning,

You will be there in the end,

You give to whom You will,

You take from all You choose,

who am I to say otherwise;

You are the potter,

I am just the clay;

it may not be much,

but it is enough.

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