Droplets Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

The waters of heaven, swiftly fall
From the mists swell in the sky
Make breathe, the air, haven's call
For the waters from on high

The earthly waters, pond and lake
Like hands held cupped for more
Wait patiently for nature's sake
As does the heaven's door

And as the droplets leave their source
The earth prepares to breathe
Straight and true stayed on their course
Their essence to retrieve

Little moons and little lights
From dark to dark and mold
Into the waters turn their flights
A source which takes its hold

Unto the surface, folded soft
The droplets become one
Beneath the surface, held aloft
And down our cheeks...

They run