Post by shiina on Dec 12, 2010 18:14:29 GMT -5
Raindrops on a car window;
They run across the window from right to left,
As the car speeds down the road.
They start small at the right,
Almost too small to move.
But the wind is strong,
And coaxes them along slowly.
Once they grow big enough,
They fly past.
Then they slow down at the very end,
Stopping for a few moments,
Just as the reverse of the beginning of their journey,
Before flying from sight.
Some raindrops get snuffed out by other drops,
As they’re trying to make their trip across.
Other drops fall to the bottom,
Slipping out of view early,
Without making it to the left of the window.
Then sometimes the car stops,
The drops running to the bottom of the window,
And more and more drops being added.
Then the car starts moving again,
And the drops fly to the left,
And the drops are bigger than before.
Then their size slowly decreases,
Back to it’s previous dimension.
Until the car stops again,
And the whole process repeats.
As I watch the drops,
Their patterns and their movements,
I look closely at one,
Struggling near the right margin of the window.
I see my reflection in the drop,
That’s how closely I stare into it.
It’s too small to move,
even with the wind’s help.
As I stare, I’m tempted to pray for the droplet,
To ask the lord to help it complete its journey.
And just as I’m about to,
The droplet slowly begins to move,
making its course to the left.
A few times it looks as if it will drop to the bottom,
Out of sight and unable to reach its destination.
But the drop does make it,
And when it pauses before the end of its trip,
I see my smiling reflection in it.
They run across the window from right to left,
As the car speeds down the road.
They start small at the right,
Almost too small to move.
But the wind is strong,
And coaxes them along slowly.
Once they grow big enough,
They fly past.
Then they slow down at the very end,
Stopping for a few moments,
Just as the reverse of the beginning of their journey,
Before flying from sight.
Some raindrops get snuffed out by other drops,
As they’re trying to make their trip across.
Other drops fall to the bottom,
Slipping out of view early,
Without making it to the left of the window.
Then sometimes the car stops,
The drops running to the bottom of the window,
And more and more drops being added.
Then the car starts moving again,
And the drops fly to the left,
And the drops are bigger than before.
Then their size slowly decreases,
Back to it’s previous dimension.
Until the car stops again,
And the whole process repeats.
As I watch the drops,
Their patterns and their movements,
I look closely at one,
Struggling near the right margin of the window.
I see my reflection in the drop,
That’s how closely I stare into it.
It’s too small to move,
even with the wind’s help.
As I stare, I’m tempted to pray for the droplet,
To ask the lord to help it complete its journey.
And just as I’m about to,
The droplet slowly begins to move,
making its course to the left.
A few times it looks as if it will drop to the bottom,
Out of sight and unable to reach its destination.
But the drop does make it,
And when it pauses before the end of its trip,
I see my smiling reflection in it.
