Isaiah 64:8 Yet, O Lord, you are our Father: we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
November 27th is the first Sunday in Advent, and Advent means waiting. Now that we have stuffed ourselves on good food, and reveled in the company of family and friends we will have to wait for that magical moment when we remember the Birth of Jesus. I have often wondered what God felt at the moment when woman and man were created. I have watched potters and I know there are many false starts and mistakes, did God have that problem. After a long day of trying maybe God got tired and put aside the project until that magic moment.
The Potter’s Wheel
God placed the lump of clay
Onto the wheel, and said
“What will I make today?”
Slowly the wheel turns
Picking up speed
God’s hands surround the cool slippery mass.
Slowly a shape takes place,
Maybe a vessel, for holding light ….
Water … Air … Fire …?
Something to hold love?
Something to hold compassion?
I’m tired, it will wait until tomorrow.
Ruth Jewell, ©November 12, 2011
A Quiet Walk 