
Second Chance Pottery
The Potter sits at his station,
Delighting in his work,
The unformed substance of new clay.
What dreams he feels
Materialize,
Molded into view
As the pedal is pushed,
The bowl turned.
The clay delights?
Not so much.
In frenzied fit,
Clay makes dry
A patch for his will alone.
Dryness makes sharpness
A jagged edge protruding.
The Potter's finger caught
By the blade of clay.
But he does not react in wrath,
Does not throw away.
One reaction alone:
A single Tear,
Pushed
From deepest Heart.
Interior wound (of rejection)
Coming forth to mingle
With the blood
Of the Potter's finger
Now both flowing into his work.
"O Blood and Water ... "
The Tear Water restores
Jagged dryness
To new
To Beginning.
Finger's blood
Gives new red hue,
More beautiful than before.
The Potter's dream continues ...
What beauty the final product will be!
"I make all things new!"
This poem uses the biblical imagery of the Potter and the clay (see Jer 18 and Is 64:8) to describe the message of the Divine Mercy. It speaks of the consequences of our hardened hearts, as well as the unexpected salve that renews the very ones who caused the Potter's wound.
"O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the heart of Jesus as a fount of mercy for us, I trust in you!"








