A BETTER RESURRECTION
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
I HAVE no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall–the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
The Lord gave another message to Jeremiah. He said, “Go down to the potter’s shop, and I will speak to you there.” So I did as he told me and found the potter working at his wheel. But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over. (Jeremiah 18:1-4)
The Invisible Man 
Randy, is this about new beginnings or getting smashed? Patsy
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Oh, I didn’t see your comments…It’s about new beginnings and the faithfulness and patience of God! Patsy
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We were talking about you tonight…I put this up hoping to reach you…a poem for another poet!
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Very much reminds me of Isaiah 64:8. The Jeremiah passage strikes me more contextually as dealing with the nation of Israel while Isaiah 64:8 deals more with the individual. Both are great, however, and focus on being made in God’s image. See also these interesting video clip comparing the pottery process to life:
http://dod.org/programs/the-potter-reflections-of-a-master-artisan/
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Thank you for that verse. You’re right. Always heard bits from the Jeremiah passage in poetry and song…
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