And yet, O Lord, you are our Father.
We are the clay, and you are the potter.
We all are formed by your hand.
~Isaiah 64:8
I am a lump of clay.
Still being pressed and formed.
Stretched and rounded in this life.
My rough edges continuously made smooth.
Focus, care and a gentle touch.
Serene both inside and out.
As I pray tonight...
I ask for more work on this lump of clay.
Waianae, Hawaii
June 2015
Photos taken by Tanya Kearns
sweet memories keep me pressing on and continuing my work on this artist holiday,
hannah
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