Wanderer, painter, or potter—which role is the best for me?
A clay pot follows the end of a straw into the roiling sea.
All who are guilty cause chaos; things without names cannot be;
Mercy comes in small doses to sinners who sin without glee:
Number them, mercy’s particles, number them One, Two, and Three!
From darkness create something of light and savor the mystery.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #232
More Poetry Pantry #494 at Poets United