The drops clatter on the
Metal covering above my head
Like large grains of rice
Falling from the sky after a wedding
Bittersweet
Clank, clank, clank
Each drop purposeful until
It pours onto its obstruction
Broken
Dissipating onto the silver sheet
Melding into a solid reflection pool
Singular parts lose their individuality
Lost in their common identity
Gathering, weaving, trickling
Making its way to the ground
Inseparable
About Me
Sinner saved by grace. Great sinner, greater grace.
[God] You called and cried out loud and shattered my defenses. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours. -Saint Augustine
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