Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Dazzling cool light
of the new sun, morning
star rising, radiance
shining, darkness overcome,

The moment of the irresistible
force meeting the moveable,
malleable object (the feast
is always moveable,
if not malleable).
The potter’s wheel spins
and shapes the wet clay as
the potter’s voice sings
the song of the rising sun as
the spirit moves, touches,
fingers and palms the clay;
promise fulfilled.

The poem is submitted to Open Mike Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time.

Photograph: Daylight by Vinicius de Carvalho Venancio via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Maureen said...

I like your connection of the irresistible force with the potter's wheel: a visual laying on of hands through which "the spirit moves" and the promise is fulfilled.

nance marie said...

man, talk about getting centered!

Pat Hatt said...

Great twist on irresistible force and moveable object. Fit perfectly into the potter's creation. Leading to a wonderful creation of your own.

Natasha said...

a wonderful and uplifting combination of words and image. The potter's wheel, the spirit moves...and sways to the music that is your words. Beautiful.

C Rose said...

Beautifully composed, the imagery brought in with the potter is wonderful here. Great write ~ Rose

Brian Miller said...

lovely glynn...the potter is always at work leaving fingerprints on each of us...

S. Etole said...

What an appropriate title for the Spirit's activity at that time of day.

Claudia said...

..The moment of the irresistible
force meeting the moveable,
malleable object...this gave me shivers glynn and i agree with brian on the potter leaving his fingerprints..

hedgewitch said...

The world and the wheel turn, always to purpose. I greatly enjoy the serenity I always find in your words, Glynn.

Heaven said...

like these lines:

the potter’s voice sings
the song of the rising sun as
the spirit moves, touches,
fingers and palms the clay;
promise fulfilled.

very soothing and a pleasure to read~

Patricia said...

I liked what Maureen said about the laying on of hands. I've never seen it that way before. I'll bet you're glad to know I also learned a new word today when I had to look up the meaning of "terce." =)
But my take away phrase is "the potter's voice sings." His singing while molding me... reminding me of Zeph 3:17 (which I also had to look up). I love knowing that God and I sing to each other. Beautiful poem.

wolfsrosebud said...

The Potter would be proud...

poemblaze said...

vivid, hopeful poem!

Elizabeth Young said...

This is brilliantly put together Glynn I like it a lot. I love the analysis of the potters wheel and the clay and His hands shaping, ever shaping us anew The syncopation of the wording holds a great deal.

Joseph Hesch said...

I think it is through grace, being "malleable," that we are able to thrive when placed in front of the irresistible force. We are able to move with it work with it and still maintain the essence of who or what we are. The immoveable is eventually broken or eroded, no longer being "self" in the face of the force.

A beautiful and thoughtful piece of work, Glynn.


..i like the notion addressed in the first verse.. it volumes a plea in the finale note of a promise fulfilled... ineffable bliss was the initial thought i've processed in here.. adorable!


JofIndia said...

The final prayer for Tuesday's Terce liturgy was:

Almighty, ever-living God,
who at this third hour sent down your Holy Spirit on the apostles,
send forth that same Spirit of love into our hearts
so that we may bear faithful witness to you before all mankind.
Through Christ our Lord,

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shrinkingthecamel.com said...

Love the potter's voice singing with the sun rising. An appropriate image for me as I watch the sun rise this morning, anticipating the move of the Spirit!

ayala said...

Great imagery with the potter, I love it .

signed...bkm said...

very nice..love now inthe verses...moveable and malleable roll off the tongue ..bkm

Jannie Funster said...

Another kudo for your potter's wheel imagery. Lovely!

And such a pretty photo.