~Journaling~
But we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Romans 5:3
Upon A Shelf
I am a lump of clay, in a jar upon a shelf.
A sculptor reaches in and gently and pulls me from my vessel.
He holds me in his warm hands. I am safe.
“Oh my lovely child, I know the beauty that is within you.
But if I shape you without first preparing you,
Thee will not be able to bear the heat of my kiln.”
“To become the masterpiece you are meant to be thee must be wedged.”
Through many trials and tribulations,
I scream in pain as my being is torn to pieces.
I have done nothing wrong,
Why does he strike at me so?
I cry out “ Stop or you will destroy me!”
The kneading begins,
Oh what pleasure.
I smile as I look into my sculptors eyes,
“I am ready“.
“No!” he cries.
I tremble at the brutish force, now worse than before.
I am perplexed, exposed, dry and hardening.
I begin to crack and flake.
I yell out , “This must be the end”.
My sculptor, he says nothing but continues to wedge.
“Why? Oh Why?” I cry
As the cold hard blade stabs at my soul.
I let forth a deafening howl,
“I am hard now, I can stand no more!”
In that moment, tender fingers begin to massage me,
Gently caressing my jagged edges.
Soft hands smoothing my fractured surface.
I feel strength rising within me.
The sculptor is putting my broken pieces back together.
The building process begins.
A soft voice speaks, “My creation, you are almost ready.”
I am being carried now, carried to the kiln.
I feel the fire of my father’s love,
A love so strong
I finally know where I belong.
I am transformed.
I rejoice as my beauty is revealed.
I am a jar made of clay
Shinning in the light.
Sitting upon my father’s shelf,
It was worth the fight.
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