Vessel brown and brittle be,
created by a man like me.
Moulded from the fired clay,
hallowed empty for a day.
Floral patterned holes to see,
filled with petals – potpourii.
Vessel white most lovingly,
created by our God – yes me!
Formed from water and from clay,
Life He gives me each new day.
Holy Spirit breathe on me,
Fill this fired vessel my plea!
(written on a Quiet Day at Brinkhill
Church – opposite the pottery)
