the Potter

Beautiful poem by a fabulous poetess…Lynda Bullerwell

forget-me-not

Sculpts me, shapes me
into a brand new vessel;

his nurturing fingers
add pinches of humility,
kindness and tolerance,

massage the mind,
penetrate the heart

leaving me hungry,

this poet,
this scavenger of words,

tiptoeing on David’s heels,
reading psalms and loving,
in praise and adoration;

just a lowly messenger
after God’s own heart.

~~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #5)

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