not harping on the subject but
simply investigating any
possible exposed angle.

while yet clay, we may see this,
faintly flickering comprehension
of being alive.

for God the actual clay is our personness,
and God can be working that clay while we
are, as yet, not alive as God is alive.

if we cede ourselves entirely over
to the clay, as material object,

we fall in to the danger of losing
our personness entirely, and ending
abruptly as a disposable drinking cup.

there is no condemnation of
a disposable drinking cup,

but, neither is their
any real life, as

'it' is an object.

as we remain in the hands of God and allow
the fashioning and molding to proceed we
experience the transmission of God's life
through the clay, forging our real person
that can be presented as a Gift
to the Everlasting.

a Fired vase that holds water from which
real, living flowers perpetually blossom,

with intricate golden inlays of characterization
which surpass the fleeting glories of the
metalurgist's fineries.

take part

become a living Being.