A Lump of Clay

 

 

 

I feel like a lump of clay

lying shapeless on a board

waiting for the sculptor

to shape me into what

he sees in his mind’s eye

 

The sculptor is perfect

but the clay is not-

it can be stubborn

resistant, uncooperative,

free-willed

 

It does not always mold

into the sculptor’s vision

but prefers to take shapes

that his hands have not

intended

and so, many times

it has to be scooped up

and shaped into the lump

it once was

 

With infinite patience

and love

the sculptor starts again

and shapes over and over again

 

until the clay realizes

it is gradually, willingly,

becoming the sculptor’s vision

 

Gloria Ziemienski

September 29, 2012