Are you a CRACKED POT? (page 2)

Hortensia

you changed your avatar too, I see. Lovely picture.

SacrificialLoon

Go about their broken-pottedness, lol, yeah that's me alright going about my broken-pottedness.

yknot

I was born a beautiful and sturdy pot........

Fearful/ Hateful men scared of a child (6½) taught to think and question all things, they set about to destroy me through gossip and verbal blows finally casting me as far off as they could hoping I would smash into thousands of pieces. But God caught me and gently laid me down in the wilderness. I grew strong and unafraid of the men and now serve a constant reminder to them that they are not the Judges of mankind but that God is.....the men quake in fear when I am present.

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trevor

I know poetry is considered a bit naff but please read this carefully - it has meaning - Trevor

The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

XXXVI

For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,
I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd - "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"

LIII

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

LXI

Then said another--"Surely not in vain
My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

LXII

Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fancy, in an after Rage destroy!"

LXIII

None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"

LXIV

Said one--"Folks of a surly Tapster tell,
And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell;
They talk of some strict Testing of us - Pish!
He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."

LXV

Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!"

LXVI

So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
One spied the little Crescent all were seeking:
And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!
Hark to the Porter's Shoulder-knot a-creaking!"

Are you a CRACKED POT?

Hortensia

SacrificialLoon

yknot

trevor

Madame Quixote

Homerovah the Almighty

bigwilly

kerj2leev

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