A different perspective
The scrap i brought to the potter
It was an ugly sight to see
Bumps and cuts to a quarter
totally useless to me
The potter looked at the lump
His hands carassing its side
something in it he could see
a beauty that had escaped me
The refiner set to work
month day and years
all other lumps were ready
but for the scrap he toiled
A bit of work here in a way,
a bit of work there in a day
this scrap he moulded and cut
to me it seemed such a waste of mud
The other cups in different hue he made
all in the shelves were laid
it was in no time sold
but this cup went
again and again
in the refiner's fire
the potter worked on it diligently
much more care he put in his work
until oneday he looked happy,
as he held up the cup.
There in his hand i saw,
a beauty without a flaw,
as the refiner possesively smiled and said
"a joy of many generations i have made"
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Nice one Mimi
I liked this one it was a different subject to write about and you wrote it perfectly loved it hugs from Willow.
Thank you Willow..
Thank you Willow..
mimi
a good thought of valuing things in our own way as we see them, as they come to us and the way we treasure them especially the one we preferred most!
claire
Thank you
Thank you clairejane...sometimes i dowonder why i see so much suffering in some lives..much more than others and its thoughts like this which consoles me..the most hurting have a higher purpose than others..and they will come thru crowned with something so much greater