Fire my Clay to Cup Potter, shape me in your hands with holy heat. Turn me to your rounded vessel full. Paint my mouth to prayer, Potter, dye my lip in juice turn water into wine, Fire me big with you, Potter, shape my clay to cup. Fire my clay to cup Potter, turn my clay to life, make sacred blood of sacrament, communion on newborn open lips.
Mary Alice Dixon is a hospice volunteer who finds prayer in reading poetry to the dying. She is a Pushcart nominee whose work appears inGyroscope Review, Kakalak, Main Street Rag, moonShine review, Northern Appalachia Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Pinesong, threePSPP anthologies, and elsewhere. She lives in Charlotte, NC, frequently walking the Stations of the Cross.