*For Mary and Andrew
This seems the right time for music or poetry –
but pottery might get us there
from the hands that create
to paint that adorns to the contents of character they carry
These are the vessels God crafts and restores
and invites us to throw and to bear
We gathered by shores, the family of God
intent on this woman, this man
lifting the water from Junaluska,
Inner Harbor, Louise, and Annapolis –
We remembered our baptism, scrubbed down the world,
put drops to our clay and began
With rough spots and smooth
we cast and God molded
now each form pushes back to reveal
artwork claiming their own creation –
two people climb on this new wheel.
They met and decided that with unique strata
their composites not lost, but joined
by their craftsmanship shared and the artists who love them
one beautiful work to enjoy
Empty jar soon adorned, light-hearted colors, strong forms
show injustice that music and laughter destroy
Contrasting lines that negotiate scenes
of children honored, and friends received.
These signs of promises held inside -
a forever, a day, and what else may come knocking.
A vessel which shows us loving better
and reveals what true listening achieves.
It will stand as a living artifact built,
painted, and fired for respect
And when time and dust claim it again
will return, some new earth to bless
Another jar, and new generations' talesof holy and limitless Yes.