Pottering

I thought it was time for a poem.

So:

POTTERING

 by me

Nancy

Who makes fantasies

In clay

Jars, bells and chimes

Seems to have a knack

That I lack

All mine

Turn into ashtrays

Useful at least, I thought

But

(and I’m not joking)

when I bought

my five thousand wobbly ashtrays

home

I found that the Sheik

Had given up smoking.

Years ago, in the Land of Expat, I took up pottery. And made some sturdy things that we still use today.  But the first things I made on the wheel all shrank back into ashtrays - even if I was trying to make a Grecian urn.  And, yes, Captain Health had just given up smoking.

I am so glad he did though.

He has had a busy morning, collecting for SUSSAR outside the Supermarket - back for a quick salad lunch - and off again on butterfly business.  Its a sunny day here, with a strong wind.  I was out on the field service with Audrey. We were delivering invitations to the Brighton Convention - at the new Community Stadium on the 29th June to the 1st of July.

The theme this year is:  SAFEGUARD YOUR HEART  (Proverbs 4:23).  And the talk I am most looking forward to is based on that wonderful promise in Isaiah "The former things... will not come up into the heart" - Isaiah 65:17

This is what we pray for when we say The Lord's Prayer and ask for God's will to be done upon the earth.

One of the bricklaying brothers from the team working on our new Kingdom Hall is staying with us tonight. He will arrive this evening, and everything seems to be ready.