Drops of Soul

Posted by Bryan J Zimmerman on Apr 25, 2010 in poetry | 0 comments

Tonight
I watched the rain fall

Playfully . . . Touching
Quietly . . . Listening
Deeply . . . Pondering

I felt lost souls
Trapped in every drop
Whispering prayers to a silent god
Awaiting their fate

With avaricious anticipation
The wet earth awaits their decent
Greeting each droplet with violence and fury
Transforming once beautiful globes of water
Into explosive mutations of water, dirt, and stone

After a moment
Puddles begin to form
Violence turns to peace
Fury to passion

Souls merge to become one
And the wait begins

Slow death is eminent for the blackened sky
As the rising sun tears a hole in the clouds
And begins to warm each puddle

Mother Earth begins her process
Releasing each soul
Not as they were, rather new entities
Only to begin the process again