as seems best to you

thrown on to the wheel
i’m a lost vessel
with no centering keel
selfish ambitions stretch 
walls too thin
loftiness crashes down
babel buckling under 
gravitational pull

distracted by devil’s deviousness
caught up in consumer’s pursuits
misshapen as i meander
away from the almighty
to the outer edges

here, forces sway
my centre off
kilter as i go
round and round

then, steady hands are upon me
pressing into the middle
opening my heart
pushing against the edges of my being
returning to centre
pulling my body upward again
shaping me aright

what was marred and misshapen
becomes nimble again
spinning in harmony
on the potter’s wheel

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired Dec 2025