Out Of Clay

The Shape of Our Love

By Sean A.Published 11 months ago • 1 min read

From the first time we touched, I knew

We were made from the same clay

God shaped your perfection, filled you with a breath

Of compassion and brilliance

From the leftovers, you formed a partner

Molded me for a perfect fit

As if we were still of one piece

With a kiss, you shared your breath of life

Stoked the fire of my heart in your kiln

When we are laid back in the earth

They will try to plant marble, but we will grow a tree

Deep roots will cradle us, while we feed it our love

Branches will reach out to gather beasts of the ground, birds of the air

Provide sustenance and shelter, as you did for me

And should Man need to be shaped anew

God will walk by our tree and leave our clay to rest

For what our love has made perfect

Let no God tear asunder

A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.

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