Ball of Clay

Yesterday, I heard from a friend that I was published into a magazine. I sent in an application in March, and the magazine is sent out in August. When I heard that, I jumped for joy and my mom sent out e-mails to everyone in my family. See only less than 5% of the entries get published. So, this post will not be the norm., but I will show you my poem that got published as it relates to God.

A BALL OF CLAY

Here I am

A ball of clay

One of millions

Not special in my eyes.

The potter looked

For one to sculpt

For the perfect one

And He caught me by surprise.

He took my ball

Sculpted me out

Making a beautiful pot

He had a gleam in his eye.

He said, "You're the right one,

You're the one I love,

You are special to me"

and he left me out to dry.

He took me again

Smiling at me

Trying to figure out a price

For me to be sold*

He said, "You're priceless

I can't dare sell you

For I am a jealous potter

And will keep you until I'm old.*

It's been a long time now,

He's still a potter

Yet he still loves me

I'm glad I was not sold.*

He still get's that sparkle

In his eye

When he looks at me

I feel like I'm worth more than gold.

*= This part of the poem was taken out of the magazine, so you get a "special edition"!!!