“These names all come from ancient records. They were the pottery makers who lived in
Netaim and Gederah.”* I love lines like
this appearing like sapphire scratches on scrolls and then become lost in life
only to be rediscovered the next year through.
It gives such sacred dignity to the crafts. I also love that it is recorded, a record is
being kept of faithful ones who “live quietly…and work with their
hands.”** This morning it is just dawn
and I’m in a small hovel in the greatest metropolis on earth filled with the
rich, famous and powerful. My space is sparse
and my fare meager but my lover sleeps three feet away, my children are spread
across the continent, the Ancient Text is illumined beside me and I glory in
the realization that a record is being kept and my family is in it.
* 1 Chronicles 4: 22b23
* 1 Thessalonians 4:11
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