Sometimes the Potter's pinching and pulling hurts and I think, "God, I was so much happier when I was just a lonesome lump of clay".
But then, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a fellow work in progress, or in the Potter's eyes, and in horror I cry, "Pinch away, God. Pinch away".
Deep Thoughts
Deep Thoughts II
4 comments:
This post got a record 3 comment spams in 40 seconds...so, on with word verification. Think of it as a game, kids!
this is not comment spam!!!!!!!!!
wow dear i love that. you almost made me cry
nice, ed. keep it up. word verification is not a bother.
is that really clay, or just a melted malted milk ball? mmmb? hmmm?:)
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