Potter’s Studio, Field, BC

crop potter with clay in hands

On the potter’s wheel

in a small studio in the hamlet of Field, B.C.,

on the side of a blue-grey mountain

mere clay

turns out into impossible goblets, bowls

and serving plates, glazed copper

and cream; the practice of getting alone with God

akin to the soul as clay for the potter

              now spinning, shaping,

              accounting for the form, the function

              at the heart

of the matter

This poem about the shaping of a soul appears in my upcoming book on the Spiritual Formational Disciplines that lead us into a deeper experience of the One who Made Us and called it good. There is something special about wandering through a Potter’s Studio, smelling the clay, feeling the thrill of the wheel, admiring the finished pieces–vases, dishes, goblets. But I find their hands, their love of their craft, the thing I take away, hold onto to. Value most. It’s hard to imagine that God, who is the potter to my clay, not loving such work.

This poem appears in my NEW BOOK, “Longings of the Soul, a poetic response.” Now on Amazon.

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Inspiring Pause, because this moment matters

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