Human clay

ash to ash. dust to dust.
born of the dust. Watered by the love of this earth, each of us evolve....each of us revolve..on the cosmic potter's wheel. turning into vessels of His purpose..fulfilling it till we turn to dust.

but the time we wait by His side is when we spent most of our life. It is the wait as much as the purpose that defines the life...

much as we wait to be shaped...we shape each other as we wait..pressing onto each other our myraid edges and curves..

we shape each other even before He has begun and when our time comes..He might take one look into what you have become during the wait and shake His head....sigh and say..."Recycle"