Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Prayer: “A Prayer to the Potter” by Macrina Wiederkehr, O.S.B.

Dear Potter,

The lump of clay that I am keeps crying
for some form day by day.
I yearn for you to mold me.

This is a trust-song, Lord.
I am in your hands like clay.
I am ready to be transformed:

I expect to be molded.
I expect to be beautiful.
I expect to be loved.

And if, by chance,
someone should drop me
as your apprentices sometimes do,

I expect to be hurt.
I’m just trying to say
I have surrendered to your dream for me.

I am in your hands like clay.