This was relevant and impactful for me this morning and thought it might encourage others.
THE POTTER
I took a piece of plastic clay, And idly fashioned it one day;
And as my fingers pressed it still, It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were past, The bit of clay was hard at last.
The form I gave it still it bore, But I could change that form no more.
I took a piece of living clay, And gently formed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art, A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again, when years were gone, It was a man I looked upon;
He still that early impress bore, And I could change it nevermore.