Wet Lump of Clay

Wet Lump of Clay

I am sitting here without purpose or form

Bound forever in a lump of uselessness

Longing, dreaming of being used

Oh to be used to fill a need to find a purpose

But, that isn’t my call, I am just dirt, clay, nothingness

Life is the same everyday as clay

You never cease living into your non-existent calling

To sit, and watch, and dream of being something more

The dullness, the mind aching bore of never knowing

If you have a purpose in existing, it never leaves,

There is no ending to clay, you merely are

Striking, pouring, wet

Raining down bringing sweet relief and refreshment from the bore

This isn’t the grind, the bore, the life without end, this is almost life

Now the wet is over whelming, it seeps into the depths

I am changing, I don’t know, can’t understand, can’t believe the change

Possibility has crept into life and fear, unknowing, has replaced the bore

Motion, spinning, getting lost in the strange sensation of no longer being nothing

In the spinning possibility overtakes the fear, the bore no longer registers

Hands, strong, deliberate, gentle, everywhere and nowhere

Hands, holding, molding, shaping, remaking, creating, giving birth

Clay spinning, changing, wet, damp, moving, reshaping, living

I begin to have shape, what a gift

With a shape comes beauty from purpose, from being needed

Beauty in being used by someone who saw what I could be

Excess leaving, water reshaping and refreshing

I begin to give myself over to the hands of transformation

The spinning has stopped, the transformation is over, so I think

Heat, burning, water leaving, malleable existence as clay is leaving

Changing, forever, never to return to the bore

I am being hardened, formed in the fires of endurance, patience, faith, testing

My shape is made solid, my form is now complete, there is beauty in the fire

Joy of transformation, how sweet the joy of being shaped

Someone has loved me, has seen in me, a wet lump of clay, a future

Being used, hands upon me, filling me with deliciousness and joy

The hands have freed me, water and fire giving me birth

And now I am free, formed for living, ready to find my future

I am ready to live