CLAY

A lump of clay, ugly, undesired
Along the wayside, bare:
Finding worth this blessed day,
For the Maker chose to touch

The Maker proceeds with certain aim;
to mould and make good,
This ugly lump of clay, undesired;
A thing of beauty and grace!

But Oh! the unworthy lump of clay,
Forgetting its roots;
Dares ask the Maker,
"What do you make of me?"

Still the lump that yields and surrenders,
Fully knowing the Maker's skill,
Finds itself transformed;
A vessel of honour, a vessel of worth!

-Preena Deepak Samuel
(Based on Is 45:9)