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His foot on the pedal,
turning the wheel, faster, faster
spinning the clay, the potter
molding me, shaping me
creating me, with your hands
giving me life, with your breath

Thank you for the glimpse,
my slice of creation, my time
on this mortal coil

Drink the water, the word
wash over me, make me clean
bring me home to you
at the end of my days

January 5, 2007 22:26

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