“Transient luster, beauteous clay,
Smiling wonder of a day.”
[Mehetabel Wright, poet, 1733]
Clay in itself is formless. It is only when we infuse our creativity that it becomes its potential.
May our lives be blessed to wonder our creation.
“Transient luster, beauteous clay,
Smiling wonder of a day.”
[Mehetabel Wright, poet, 1733]
Clay in itself is formless. It is only when we infuse our creativity that it becomes its potential.
May our lives be blessed to wonder our creation.