seeking liquescence

I know not why fingers

cling to what was never

meant for holding

frozen I pray

for fluidity, release

into liquescence

we are on the move

chasing vision

pliable in obedience

may God form, reform

these lives not ours

but His

in flux, spinning

my heart stills

in His hand

So I went to the potter’s house, 

and sure enough, the potter was there, working away at his wheel. 

Whenever the pot the potter was working on turned out badly, 

as sometimes happens when you are working with clay, 

the potter would simply start over and use the same clay to make another pot

Jeremiah 18:3-4 The Message