A single drop hangs suspended, held by the friction of the leaf. A jewel, reflecting the radiance of the September sun Capturing the vibrant colours of the earth, the fruit, the tree. It glistens, clean, pure as sunlight, Delighting my eyes.
A single drop, what sea of stories it can tell of rain and squall, Of gentle lap on sandy beeches, the roar of surf, the currents pull. Then floating high in misty vapour, drifting clouds and thunderstorm. Creator, hiding strength in beauty, Captivating my mind
A single drop, its shimmering surface speaks to me of life and hope. Of water springing in the desert, the roaring waves stilled by his voice, Drops trickling through the master’s fingers, cleansing dusty, weary feet No stagnant pool, but living water Quenching my thirsty soul.
