Teardrop Puddles - Poem by Mara Dulce
See that puddle?
That seemingly meaningless puddle of water,
Water that fell from the heavens
Like gigantic teardrops
At first that water,
That teardrop water, reminds me of my own sorrows,
Sorrows that brought self-pitying tears
Like those of a child over a lost toy;
But then I think of my Savior,
That Savior who shed his blood for me,
Me, who cried those selfish, self-pitying tears,
Unlike He, who died for me.
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