Droplets

Posted January 2nd, 2009 at 4:08 pm / Poetry / Author: Laura

Droplets By: Laura Tidwell

Droplets fall so heavily
Like his sadness blankets the world.
Everything catches a tear or two
And connects him to all life.
He has made it so
We need his tears.

They grow us,
Heal us,
Refresh us.
Wake us from a life of monotony,
Or put us to sleep
When the challenge is too great.

His tears consume my thoughts
As I am provoked to question;
Why is my Father crying?
Is it the state of the world?
Or one person?
His anger is brooding.

It rumbles through the sky,
Through my heart,
And through my mind.
I am quiet now,
Listening to him
As he speaks to me.

It is comfort for me
To hear the droplets falling
So heavy on my home.
It always seems to me,
That my Father cries hardest
For the state I am in.

Could it be my condition
Or just the place?
We are all hard on him,
but hard on ourselves,as well?
Is that why?
Is that why he is crying?

All I know is we need him.
To show us this emotion
That we thirst for.
The knowledge of his plan is hidden
Only to be revealed in
Due time.

His tears will fall again,
And I will repeat these questions
In my mind, that he molded for me.
All the while knowing that one day,
I will see these droplets
Literally falling from my Father’s eyes.