by Steve Bell
I am a broken jar of clay recovered by His holy hand from the dumpster in the alley crushed into powder, mixed with living water and returned to His pottery wheel to begin life anew as wet clay. Still myself yet not at all the same, spinning out of control helpless in His gentle hands fired to perfection glazed with grace, ready to hold: food for the hungry water for the thirsty medicine for the sick coins for the poor. Yes, I am made of clay still me, yet very different. The Potter looks me over and I know I am Loved Beautiful Wanted Needed and filled to overflowing with Him.
Steve Bell is a Christian poet who lives in Colorado with his wife Gina. He writes poetry for both children and adults and works part-time in youth development for the YMCA.