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
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Published by Stephanie Agnes-Crockett
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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