erosion

Deep downstream the current flows,
Erosion of a river bank.
Worn away by time, it knows
It's rugged land will be reshaped.

Sea glass tumbling in the waves
That salty, crash against the shore.
Pounding purifies and saves
Til finally made smooth and pure.

Block of purest marble white,
Inside a hidden sculpture see.
Sculptor's tools will chip away-
Come chip away at me.

Your potter's hands will mold the clay,
Softly spinning, spinning still.
Take your time, build me and break
And make me something you can fill.