You take, shape, mold me: A Poem

by Hilary Horn

As we continue this months theme, Spirituality of Imperfection, enjoy this beautiful poem by Talitha Fraser

You take, shape, mold me
You hold the raw material tenderly
and say ‘..this has potential’
I am a child.
I am underfoot and in the way.
I cannot stay within the lines
but I am so eager to help
You cannot resist me.
I am kind of cute and You
delight in my delight.
Surely this will be slower, more work,
not turn out quite as You intended
Surely this will be perfect.


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