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 I reform myself
taking shape at your feet
and am overwhelmed
by the extremes of
such a simple gesture.
Both the importance
and insignificance
found in my aching knees
start within me,
a humming.
 -  An old
hymn from my youth about
the potter and the clay,
and I whirl upon the wheel;
still wet with being
new.
 
It is this way, Master,
that you enter me.

 © 2001