was it love that drew me to the potter?
I was lonely, heart broken,left alone
in my depressive world.
and the word " love" were but a myth
to my wretched heart.
how can I feel something I've never experienced?
whose existence where but a jumble of letters.
every passing day became a hard
pill to swallow.
every minute and second were like the
sprinkling of salt on an open wound.
what could have been the magnetic force that pulled me to the potter?
I was lonely but knew i needed
a companion
i was broken and my little heart
needed to be fixed by the one whose
artistic works were but a masterpiece.
i sailed through the abyss
of painful memories,
the road that lead to my salvation.
call it the pilgrims journey and
i would not alter an argument.
at the zenith of it all, i not only found
the Potter,
but a festival for my arrival.
He not only gave me a new name,
He mended my broken heart,
became a father to this undeserving
little human,
He became a friend and
a companion,
He surrounded me with love and clothed me with grace and virtue,
He showed me mercy,
and called me the "POTTER'S DAUGHTER"