God, The Potter And Man, His Pot. Poem by Dr John Celes

Who dare query the Maker God and Lord?
No slave equals the Master any day;
And yet, with fairness, love, God made the world;
To man o'er creatures next, God gave the say!

The Maker made all things so perfectly;
He made the Universe just by his Words;
He loved all creatures from His heart clearly;
With man alone, He struck many accords.

He gave the human form, His own image;
He gave a priceless soul to man alone;
Our wars against the Tempter, He will wage;
He made each one uniquely, not as clone!

Dissatisfied yet, man queries the Lord;
Has not the potter freedom over clay?
The God of wisdom does not say a word;
Of all the creatures, man, He made best way.

The Master craftsman has His own sweet will;
The clay He formed as man was dignified;
In each vessel to brim, He gives a fill;
With some, the Maker is so stupefied!

The Potter makes each pot with love and care;
He loves each piece equally well by heart;
He spends His time in planning our welfare;
Should any man find fault then with His art?

Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-2014