its light bringing hope and warmth.
A crude, clay jar sits in the corner;
humble, cracked, unadorned.
Strangers have taken heart at the sight
of this small, simple vessel of earth.
They smile and remember better times
as its light in the darkness ebbs forth.
Beautiful vases and bowls fill the home
of the potter who formed them from clay.
Some are set with precious stones
which glitter and shine all day.
But it's the rude, cracked pot upon the hearth
which cheers the souls of men
as the light peeks through its brokenness
and its warmth speaks the final "Amen."
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