Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Droplets

image from Picasa Web Album
This is 
what I see,
what we all see.
Nothing but fragile 
little droplets. Cling, grasp, 
barely hanging onto the thin, frail 
web that affixes all. Blissfully oblivious 
of the ominous. At any moment His finger 
shall send a quiver through brittle strings. At 
any moment one shall drop and shatter. 
This is what I am, what we all are. 
Nothing but fragile little 
droplets.


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