When in the realms of heaven
You asked me what in mortality
I wanted to be, it was so easy,
I said I wanted to be like Thee.
You warned me of the suffering
That would have to be equal in measure
To what You would suffer for me;
That my life would not be easy
But that You would make up for everything.
Now I am here,
I fear the refiners' fire of the kiln
When Your potter hands are moulding me,
But I try to be the woman I was who said
She wanted to be like Thee.
Some days I want to change my wish
I am not worthy to bear my suffering,
But then I notice the chains around my heart
Are broken, and I remember:
You will make up for everything.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Clay Full by Ron diCianni)
