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A Drop of Water
I'm nothing but a drop of water
trying to find a place to live,
Fearing I will evaporate
before I can give all i can give.
Absorbing and expressing energies
that dwell deep inside
From the core of my being
to ever changing flesh I can not hide.
Like a wet country road my foot steps
may slowly fade away
Making impressions in the falling mist
before they are frozen into harden clay.
I can not remain in the rain
and call my self a single drop
I must flow with other passing waters
to give greater life to a growing crop.
And if the harvest is good I shall feel that
my worth here on Earth will not be in vain
Like steam flowing back up to Heaven
from the stack of a moving train.
Then I can evaporate into
a peaceful and light transformation,
Back inside the clouds of Glory
falling back onto Earth again
with healing RESTORATION.
Pierre Andre 2008 (c)
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