These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Broken Pot

In greatness One did make a pot
for placing bles-sed things,
preventing all, that He was not
from spreading uffish wings.

But then a new untempered soul
ran past this vessel rare,
and brushed it harsh, this treasured whole
was broken past repair.

The grieving Artist found His Heart
was now like what He'd made.
Would He need make again from start
this Gift so only bade?

His broken heart now lifted from
the chest from whence the pot
was made the vessel Artist's sum
in mem'ry not forgot.

Now, mixed with broken pieces, rare,
and placed upon the Wheel
to fashion once again with care,
restoring all, to heal.

The Artist gave His All, and died,
His cherished heart, full wrapped
up in the vessel made with pride,
the Gift He crowned and capped.

He laid in-state, until day three
when Restoration kissed
the pot He made, again, quite free
to shred the sinful list.

The broken heart, and broken pot,
Salvation's newest task,
restoring all, that newly got
His Life in which to bask.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 7th, 2022