Jack and the Potter

I know of a man

Who once thumbed ’bout a pan

Withdrawing a plum forthwith

He relished that plum 

From his corner sanctum

And counted it heavenly bliss

But what if Jack Horner

Had leapt from his corner

And insulted the maker of pots?

What if he jammed up his thumb

And accosted that one 

And cried out, “What terrible rot!”

Better Jack Horner 

Did stay in his corner

A happy vessel of clay

Enjoying his plums

And his well-crafted thumbs

Praising his maker all day.

“Does the clay say to Him who forms it, ‘What are You making?’ Or ‘Your work has no handles’?”

Isaiah 45:9

Photo Credit: Wikimedia Commons

Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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