A poem I read that speaks to me.

The Potter and the Clay

When I once looked into the heavens
And into the starry lit sky
I thought I could see your wonder
And thought I could never deny
That you were the Rock of Ages
The potter, and I the clay
That you were my creator
For whom I could only obey
That on the Cross you suffered
Died and rose again
My burden was yours to bear
The sorrow, the grief, the pain
But despite all that you did for me
I still could not see your face
In the shadows you remained hidden
From every conceivable place
I then cried out to youI gave you my soul, my all
But all you gave me was silence
Silence to my desperate call
When I now look into the heavens
And into the starry lit sky
I now know you are not there
Looking down from up high
For you do not live amongst the stars
But only within my mind
For I shaped you in my image
Within my head you are confined
Because I now know the truth, Yeshua
And I’m sorry to say
That I am in fact the potter
And you are the clay

© Kevin Parry, 2008

A Look Back

Why didn't I see it sooner? It seems so very obvious now. All those countless prayers. But all I was doing was talking to my imaginary god. I was just talking to myself for all those years. Years of studying the scripture. Years of trying to get to know you better. Years of offering up thanks and blessing. Years stolen from me by the strong delusion of my imaginary god.