I thought I saw a drop of rain
Go trickling down my window pane
I watched entranced by its descent
Slow and cautious the liquid went.
I wonder if our lifespan apes
The way lost hope or wish escapes
And trickles down to wash away
Afraid to greet each blessed day ?
Is this what life is teaching us
To live in fear and never trust
To spend our time in cowardice
Ignoring God’s rewarding bliss ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 