Alas, many year past,
there was a potter who made vessels of clay. On a sunshined day,
he took his clayjars to a merchant port. Having few but precious
jars, the potter displayed each carefully, There was a big blue
one, with replicas of waves and high tides; another was a meadow
with daisies and roses. And many buyers exclaimed over the
vessels, overjoyed to see such art. And this humble potter was
overwhelmed by the flood of his sucess, fully giving credit to
God. But, alas, there were other buyers who discounted the
potter's art. (And he was much grieved) But the potter sold his
jars to kings and queens and the world knew of his art. And the
potter paused from his work to begin his new editions which
encluded a faded grey jar and a red jar (which i remembered much
brighter) And after these new edition were released the potter
rested from his work. And that potter still continues today,
creating inspiration in our hearts, a bubblemaker's dream.This original
story was written by Kiwi Hirning, 1998
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