Pottery

Rose Johnson

And if there is Love,
And if it is not held underneath,
Then it will be held up, whispered softly.
And how wondrous it is,
To be soft, and strong.
Like silk draping, and hands sinewed, stroking.
Shaping life on a wheel.
And how beautiful to shape it,
If the clay is allowed to be clay,

And your hands are allowed to be hands,
And only just hands,
Then they are beautiful,
And so are you,
And so indeed, is the clay.
But let it be the clay.
For when you allow Being,
To linger and open,
Only then,
Will Love center you.

Rose Johnson is from Englewood, Colorado. She received her BA in English from Benedictine
College and her MA in The Humanities at The University of Chicago. She loves writing about
deep moments of human and divine connection using natural imagery. Though she has published
poetry in the past, she hopes to eventually publish longer works of prose and to become a fiction
editor.