Create Your Everything

In ancient clay, the Creator laid,
A dream so pure, a plan conveyed:
A marvel born, in human guise,
With living spark that never cease.

In hands divine, a portion stayed,
Untouched by fate, a treasure made.
And God, in thought, spoke softly there,
'What shall I do with this, my heir?'

'Shape it, Father of the skies,
Craft me a joyful palace, where sorrow dies!'
Yet silent still, God made no sound,
And in His palm, the clay was found.

'Take up the clay, - the Father told. Forge your fate,
Create your happiness, don't hesitate!
Build your own vision, bold and bright,
Carve your cherished dreams in the quiet night.

In this soft clay, blend kindness too,
With empathy and beauty imbued.
Add love, simple joys, and care,
And don’t forget your dreams to share.'

So let the Creator’s spirit soar,
With every touch, seek to explore,
In clay and heart, let passion blend,
For in this crafting, lives transcend.

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