When the Pottery Cracks and Breaks

Does the Potter mend the broken pot?

As the potter rhythmically moves his hands,

He creates the best pottery in all the lands.

He feels the clay through his fingers gently ooze,

A feeling of butter and velvet-like bitter, sweet news.

He knows that clay is made of so many things,

Pieces of rocks, sediments, and other things,

From oceans, rivers, mountains, and lakes,

It gradually forms the clay with all it takes.

After being crushed, ground, and screened,

The material we know as clay is produced,

To be modeled and as artistic crafts used.

He molds the clay gradually watching,

As the potter's wheel begins to form,

An artistic creation built to perform.

The potter puts the pot into the fires,

Then patiently waits to watch it form,

As a new piece of pottery is born.

After it is cooled and glazed by the potter,

It is a precious gift for a son or daughter.

As every pot performs its duty in life,

Living in happiness, sadness, joy, and strife.

The time comes when the pot does break,

It is mended by the potter in a life re-make.

The potter uses adhesive, paints, fillers, and glaze,

To make the pot look brand new as onlookers gaze.

The potter does his best to save and preserve every pot,

But, that is all the power that he has ultimately got.

As a broken pot lies on the dusty floor,

To a new land, the soul must finally go.

To a magical land crafted in splendor and delight,

Where every broken pot shines in the wondrous light.

A land where beauty and wisdom knows no end,

Where peace, love, and harmony thrive without end,

When animals, birds, and souls can live as one,

Under the comforting rays of a celestial sun.

A world in which every pot is praised by its Maker,

As it lives its destiny gifted by its Creator.