Showing posts with label care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label care. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 January 2014



A message to the young

In her cupped hand
She holds your heart;
Holding it gently
From the start.
She sees such beauty in the clay
And tenderly fashions it
Day by day.
No artist could
More careful be
Than the mother who cares
Most lovingly.
And if perchance
You make mistakes
And your poor vessel
Cracks and breaks
She'll gather the pieces

Though scattered and sharp
And mend them with prayers
That come from the heart.
But mothers, as potters,
Are clumsy and weak;
Their touch, though imperfect
Is of love strong and deep.
Her hands are enfolded 
In God's Hands kind and strong
That will temper her efforts
All your life long.