"The Keeper of Dreams"

 

I empty my soul into the

Masters Hands.

You are the potter,

I am the clay,

Though it may be painful,

the process of molding,

shaping, and the cutting away...

I will be still,

obedient to the plans that have

been chosen.

Because, I know the the hands

that hold me...

The tenderness of your touch;

as you lovingly create

something beautiful,

out of nothing.

 

Author, Susan Thomas