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.