Reflecting
Reflecting by CL One lonely puddle Open to all God’s graces All of the worlds vices As the wind strokes Effortlessly over it No white waves Just a lonely pond A flipbook of halos Appear on the surface Light flickering Forcing itself through the clouds So it can reach the lonely bath If I were to stand beside it Attempt to be its friend I would only see my face The puddle hiding its own Identity not defined Just a lonely splash Patted by angels from above Swept by a fathers breath Warmed by a mothers light One lonely puddle