Forming Foundations

bgremaud24

May 3

1 min read

Slowness.

Movements meticulously mapped,

A grandiose plan.

Do not despise

foundations.

Modest, yet necessary

preprations.

I trust the

Blueprint.

The hands of

my Potter.

Though low

and slow.

I am in Your hands

all the way.

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