The Master Potter

One day I set out on a long journey I did take,
To a place far away from early choices I did make.
A place so foreign, no memories were erased,
As each new day arrived, new challenges I faced.

I thought to build a life of meaning and one of ease,
Instead, I found my life would be no gentle breeze.
The road I walk is difficult to navigate and barrier jammed,
I cannot see the distant goal, I’ve filled my life so crammed.

I seek to rid my life of the things that don’t seem to matter,
Yet often find no peace of mind and still subsist even sadder.
A beautiful sculpture of life I had designed once in my mind,
But now in shambles my clay exists as no peace can I find.

To clearly see my future bright, I add water and start anew,
Seeking to build a better life my intentions remain true.
Not listening to that still small voice ringing inside my mind,
I push on alone, undaunted thinking I cannot be that blind.

Finally, there came a day when I realized I was spent,
Exhausted in my loneliness from where I was sent.
The Master Potter willingly awaits my return to him,
Where he can build a life complete out of one so dim.

Yielding my will to finally find the peace I had pursued alone,
I turn to The Master Potter and to former places I had known.
I willingly let him mold me and forge my heart anew,
Into a life of usefulness in his hands my heart is new.

The Master Potter can do far more when I willingly let him in,
Listening for that familiar voice that always comes from within.
He molds and shapes me into a masterpiece only he can bend,
When I seek to listen and follow him then my cracks he’ll mend.