Two puddles expand
By the pathway,
By the gate,
It catches my eye;
I slow my pace.
Each tiny drop
Brings each puddle nearer
To the other, yet still
I can't see any clearer.
For a second at least,
The rain seems to hang,
Suspended mid-air,
As I stretch out my hand,
Palm facing upwards,
I squint to the clouds,
The rain starts again,
Though makes little sound,
I can see your rays,
They're there straight away,
Breaking through black,
Glittering the grey,
I take a breath,
You're here, and it feels
as though each tiny drop
Has the power to heal.
Hair all a-tangle,
Clothes all sodden,
I gaze down the path,
Battered and trodden,
But it's right on this path
That your angel-rays shine,
And I smile, for we know
That it shall be just fine,
The rain won't just stop,
The clouds shall still loom,
But when I look to the puddles,
There are no longer two,
Each drop the sky poured,
They drank, and they grew,
It brought them together,
To share reflections of you.
Your light shines out now
Not from two seperate parts,
But more bright and more clear,
In one union of hearts.
