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Monday, June 15, 2020

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.

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