Make Me Soft Again
Take me to church.
I will throw my pottery every Sunday.
We will glaze each other until we can't pray.
Give me that deathless deathhhhh
until I can sip from your mugs today.
Whisper this before the first touch of clay.
A prayer for the hands, for the wheel, for the quiet fire inside.
A prayer for the hands, for the wheel, for the quiet fire inside.