For His Hands to Speak

Do you know the art of repentance?
Do you know the kind of burying that brings up new life?

Do you wait in silence for His hands to speak
Like potter’s hands, sure and strong,
Pressing and smoothening, embracing
Until the form takes on conformity with Him,
Until the spin becomes the dance
And what the clay was, it will never be again?

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