Omonfonma Favour Ehinomen
Broken beyond repairs, the world was brought before the Potter.
Holding the clay pot tenderly, He was overwhelmed with great sadness for what had been done to His creation. This was what He had molded with great love, sweat and fatigue.
Looking at the world now in its dilapidated state brought tears to His eyes.
He held the clay close, providing it with the heat of His heart, shielding it from the cold that could further break it.
The other potters shook their heads at how impossible this clay pot could be whole again.
But the Potter smiling, told them that making broken things whole again was His specialty.
And with extra effort, he spun and spun the clay.
Putting this, adding that; extra love, extra heat.
The Potter’s hand began to bleed, but He didn’t see this.
All He could see was that the clay was coming into shape to the astonishment of all.
Just like a man woken from a deep sleep, the clay pot came out a finished work, shining bright, beautiful and stronger.
The Potter had made it so.