-- FROM SOFT CLAY --

John Herlihy

Smooth sculpture from soft clay

Even our earth will have its say

Shaped perfectly by loving hand

Breath to spirit by His command

Who could think such a miracle

To rise up in creation’s pinnacle

We spring of an innocence pure

Sorrow and misery we do endure

In our emotions a fire is kindled

Truth-beauty--bliss never swindled

We rise, we fall, based on our mind

Salvation made from another kind

It all began with a touch of a finger

Shaping, perfecting, willing to linger

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(c) John Herlihy 31 March 2019