More poems?

Dear friends who patiently muddle through my poetic scratchings, here is one more. (I can't promise it will be the last.)

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Lump of clay
on the Potter's wheel
slick,
slippery,
marred am I.

Gathered again
in the Potter’s hand
patient,
unrelenting,
great is He.

Dainty vase
on the Potter’s sill
lovely, loved,
all can see.

Patient,
unrelenting,
great is He.