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