Clay holds the lantern of the earth,
a vessel shaped by mortal hands;
though fragile it endures the flame
and keeps it safe from wind
We too are vessels formed of dust
holding fires we did not make;
our cracks and chips do not betray
but prove we still contain
The lantern made of clay reminds
that weakness is not end of worth;
even broken jars can shine
when filled with inner light
So do not curse the fragile frame
it is the gift of bearing glow;
the lantern of the clay will show
that weakness shelters strength