I met a potter today
Couldn't pick out his face
A little blinded by my vision.
Couldn't pick out his face
A little blinded by my vision.
My friend tapped me and whispered, "the potter wants to put you back together again"
Before I could ask, he walked up to me and gently touched my eyes
He immediately sat down on the ground
He replied, "I'm going to make you something for what ails your vision".
I could barely see him when he kneeled down,
All I could pick out was dirt spat on to mix clay?!
What is it that he's doing?
Hmmm, I squinted to get a clearer vision.
Yes,
He's creating something.
Yes,
He's creating something.
Eyes of confusion seen only the mixture of mud
He gently tossed it with formality
Sprinkled some security
And sautéed it with support
Once he poured in some extra comfort
He accompanied it with some stability
And blended it with intellect.
He picked it up and slapped it on my eyes
Cool and uncomfortable
But once it settled in it created warmth.
I begin to see without seeing
Who knew hand made clay could sharpen my image
My intellect
My views
My perception.
My intellect
My views
My perception.
I prayed for sight and he gave it to me in abstract content
Conjoining my dreams with reality.
Conjoining my dreams with reality.
Who was this man and why was he performing duties of the new testament; just as Jesus did in the book of John?
He read my mind and answered,
"I was God sent.
He told me that your vision had been blocked from past experiences and hurts.
God said "pray for her and I'll lead you to her.
He guided me to you and instructed me to broaden your vision."
"I was God sent.
He told me that your vision had been blocked from past experiences and hurts.
God said "pray for her and I'll lead you to her.
He guided me to you and instructed me to broaden your vision."
He then grabbed my hand and lead me.....
Inspired by R.J.I.
-AngeliK hAlo-