Sunday, November 15, 2015

Clay and Spark I am

Brown and red mud
Confluence of life
Water and dirt
Mixing freely
Clay and spark
I am
The ocean water
And my blood
Both are alike
Teaming with salt
Over time I tried
Holding back the flood
Of existence
With one wall
When I fallI still love
I am still alive
I have to shout
Crying out
For help
I am crushed
But still I will exalt
The one who made me
From nothing
Nothing but an idea
And purpose
Because I am fragile
I praise the maker
The one who came from eternity
The hands of an architect
Who is without flaw
Who loves perfectly