Even though the author of this poem is unknown, its message is as individual as it is timeless. This week I choose to be mindful in my interactions with others. What message does it hold for you?
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it, one day,
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again, when days were passed,
That bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it, day by day,
And moulded with my power and art,
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon,
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change it, nevermore.
Enjoy your week
Mary Jo x
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it, one day,
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again, when days were passed,
That bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it, day by day,
And moulded with my power and art,
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon,
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change it, nevermore.
Enjoy your week
Mary Jo x
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