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The Potter

The hands are strong, but gentle.
The force is firm, but kind.
The pressure from the Potter’s touch
Brings changes over time.
He caresses when He sees the need
And squeezes when it’s fit.
He may remake entirely
But He will never quit.

by Vicki Baird

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