The Potter
The Potter he worked
All night and all day
Creating a beautiful vase
Out of clay.
She bought the Vase
Showed it to
All who called
Me and you.
He picked it up and saw
Beneath it was a little flaw.
Now every time she looks at it
She notices the blemishes.
When with critical eye we see
Those with whom we disagree
It's easy just to harp upon
Their minute imperfections.
Should what my mind preoccupies
Be others sins and others lies
It's time I close my narrowed eyes
To see what crack within me lies!
©Ingeborg. April 2010
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