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Clay jar
by Tim Vanderstoep
Hushed, my eyes closed, I saw
an earthen vessel –
smashed, shattered and remade.
Remade with cracks and fractures
with strength and beauty
And out of the gashes in the pottery
spilled the Light which a
whole jar would dare to contain.
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