Miry Clay

I never shall forget that Day
I watched that Potter work his clay

He took a piece of miry earth
That had no value
That had no worth

He dug it from a barren field
And beneath his fingers
I watched it yield

It began a lump upon his wheel
Then he began to press  and feel

And out of nothing but a lifeless form
A lovely vessel
Soon was born

And there before my eyes that day
He made a wonder from
A lump of clay

Ingimar DeRidder-2/98