April 3 Softness of clay

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Softness in myriad ways

Outside

But in my heart

I could not touch it.

The human touch

In pain, suffering and compassion,

In assurance and acknowledgment –

For my consumption.

I the potter moulding

The clay of relationships

Until the clay screamed and scratched.

Now I watch the play of clay

In the silence

of the cosmic emptiness

of the pot.