Beautiful like a piece of freshly cooled glass, just out of the fire, blown into it's perfect shape. Unlike it you are strong, as strong and fierce as iron fresh from the furnaces that temper it. This is such a definition of you. You are beautiful and soft to the touch but you are as strong as the strongest iron, protecting yourself and your people from the darts that would attack. Though I break, though this vase busts you are constant. No one can destroy you, your beauty, your terrible beauty. So take me immaculate one and utterly destroy me and remake me O potter. Make me what you would want to be, so that by me the world can see the work of the chief architect. Take me, break me, spin me, and melt me all so that I may be molded, formed, and dried into what you will. Take out these imperfections that get in the way, hallelujah to the chief architect! Praise his handy work! It is made of the finest materials and it endures though the wind and waves may dash at it. Hallelujah to he who formed me!
"For this is what the Lord of Heaven's Armies says: In just a little while I will again shake the heavens and the earth, the oceans and the dry land." -Haggai 2:6