The Potter's Vessels Poem by Marama Kelly

The golden rays spread across the clear sky
mingled with purples and blues
the reds speckled in like glitter on silk
and purity of white did surround

And there up ahead so clear and so bright
stood images of bronze, copper, gold and gems
and the whispering wind surrounded in warmth
massaging the soul, spirit and mind

And the winds of pure mercy did flutter and fan
the purifying heat of God's grace
So refreshed, renewed, restored and remade
were the vessels the Potter did make

Washed and cleansed, refined and polished
they stood in the name of the Lord
For they will be seen by all who can see
and be heard by all who will hear

And those who do not, will slander and lie
and hide in the dark, far away
for they will all know that the Lord walks on earth
in the vessels the Potter did make