Chloroplasma
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part of a dragonfly.

Identity

If I were a lump of clay
cold, grey, and unformed,
I could be molded to anything
whether I wanted it or not.

and if I were wood,
hard, dark, and not easily yielding,
I could be carved into only one thing
and watch as parts of me were cut away
never able to be restored.

Clay hardens and chips, or it breaks or is smashed
wood when it’s finished remains there unchanged.
As clay I’d be broken, softened, reused.
As wood I would stay as I am unless more was cut away.

If I did not know the sculptor,
I could not be wood for I’d be always unsure and fearful
of how I was being shaped.
I would have to be clay, for if I did not like what happened,
I would have lost nothing of myself and could start anew.
But I know the One who carves me.
And as for Him, His way is perfect.

As wood I remain. Nothing else would I ever want to be.




curly thing.
one's hair on trees and one's hair on people.
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