Animated Reading: The Potter and the Flute

This week we launch our third animated reading. The next five weeks of blog posts will draw from themes in the poem.  If you like the video, please share with others.

The Potter and the Flute

There once was a Potter

Who formed a clay flute.


Up to His mouth

He would place it and blow

And through it would gush

The warm wind of His love,

And out would flow music

So gloriously sweet.


As happy as happy could be

Was the life of this flute.

It knew nothing else but freedom

Untold and liberty absolute.


Day after day

The Potter would play

As his music gave life

And hope to the world.


Then one day

The flute became selfish.

It wanted the music all for its own

And was not content

With the joy it had known.


Next time when music was made

It sealed all its holes

In hopes the music

Could be claimed as its own.


The old Potter was patient

As patient could be.

He adored His little flute …

That channel of love.


So there He did sit,

And there He remained,

And never once

Did He even complain.


He hoped and He hoped

This channel one day

Would again open up

And allow Him to play.


In seeking to possess

What it never could own

The flute lost the life

That once it had known.


With the sealing of all holes

And the music caught therein

That proud little flute

Thought its life was now set.

Not a care did it have…

Save the guilt of its sin.


It was not long

‘Till the music did cease,

For fresh wind is vital

For music to be.

But change it would not,

For the sealing of its holes

Made it sadly deceived,

Claiming the echo inside

Was the real thing indeed.


So days turned to months

And months turned to years,

And still sat the Potter

Now shedding some tears.


Finally, one day the echo did cease.

Its sound fluttered down

And faded away.

Deception then broke as

Truth gushed in release.


“Oh help me!” cried the flute.

“I was wrong all along!

If only I’d known

You own the song!”


“I’m here!” cried the Potter.

“I never left you alone.”


In sobs of remorse

And repentance unleashed,

The flute asked for the music

And life it once had.


“You can have what was lost,

But you must be renewed.

Not only have you sealed

The holes I ordained,

But inside you’re corroded,

Cluttered, and stained.

By this blockage you’ve made

My breath will not blow through.”


“Can You fix me?

Can You change me?”

Cried the flute.


“Yes I can, but it truly shall hurt.

I must soak you and scrub you and scour you smooth –

Then, only then, will you be

What I made…

An uncluttered channel for My mercy and grace.”


We too like the flute

Have gone our own way,

Seeking to own what we

Never could hold.

God’s glory is holy;

It cannot be bound.


This is our privilege –

Through us blows His sound.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay ….

II Corinthians 4:7

This poem has been adapted from the poem by the same name in David Trementozzi, Light for the Dark Night: Embracing a Heart of Holy Desperation (Maitland, Fl.: Xulon, 2005).

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Author: David Trementozzi

David Trementozzi is married to his wife, Emily and they have three children—Judah, Kaleb, and Halle. David likes to write on topics related to Christian faith and their contemporary relevance. He has a B.A. in Psychology (Messiah College), Masters of Divinity, and Ph.D in Theology (Regent University). David is currently a professor of Theology at Continental Theological Seminary in Brussels, Belgium. To learn more about David, go to the About David page above.