It's funny
You have called me clay.
I became hardened,
I was broken, but did not shatter.
Instead, once broken I became
softer,
more pliable,
ready to be molded anew.
What will you mold me into next,
I wonder?
“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” Mother Theresa
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