THE IMPERFECT ME

 

The Clay by Ron DiCianni

You assure me

As your potter hands keep moulding me

Of who I will one day be,

But I see the kiln burning

And the heat of it is frightening me.

 

The exacting fire of faith

Is asking too much of me

I tremble at the grand design of life

And all that it wants from me.

 

I want to be spared,

I want to believe In Your faith in me,

But I am so weak in this doom of humanity

I want to escape the fires awaiting me.

 

You tell me You endured

The hell fires of suffering;

As the clay in me begins to burn and

I am sacrificed as Your holy offering.

- CATHRYNE ALLEN 

THE WISH

 

When in the realms of heaven

You asked me what in mortality

I wanted to be, it was so easy,

I said I wanted to be like Thee.

You warned me of the suffering 

That would have to be equal in measure

To what You would suffer for me;

That my life would not be easy

But that You would make up for everything.

Now I am here,

I fear the refiners' fire of the kiln

When Your potter hands are moulding me,

But I try to be the woman I was who said

She wanted to be like Thee.

Some days I want to change my wish

I am not worthy to bear my suffering,

But then I notice the chains around my heart

Are broken, and I remember:

You will make up for everything.

- CATHRYNE ALLEN 

(Art: Clay Full by Ron diCianni)