The Soul Clay

She looks me in the eyes, as she takes a piece of clay out of her soul,

      And throws it on the wheel.

I take a chunk of clay out of my own soul, 

       And gently place it on top of her piece.

She then takes my hand in hers,

       And together, we blend the two pieces of soul clay, turning it into one piece.

Squishing it,

Turning it,

Folding it,

Rolling it,

Together,

Our souls become one.

That's when she steps on the peddle 

     And the wheel spins.

She takes my hand again,

     And together-her hand on one side of the rising soul clay, my hand on the other side-we mold the soul clay, into something truly novel;

`    Something that is beautiful beyond measure;

               Something that is 

Uniquely 

Ours. 

-CH 9/20/25