Bend
Watching the rain dribble off the corner of the cottage into a cross-shaped puddle,
I notice a humble bend to its mighty shape. A symbol of perfection, but
geometrically flawed by the world’s standards. As the water feeds its form,
the ominous clouds part giving way to the brilliance of the Sun.
With the shape’s magnanimous bend towards the Sun, the shape’s plea
is answered by the warmth and comfort of the Sun’s rays.
Gazing upon my reflection, I now notice a desperate bend to its
consoling shape. A symbol of faith, but revealing a truth to the ways of the
world. As the Sun unveils its honest form, the Sun’s forgiving rays gently
caresses the shape. With the shape’s despondent bend towards the Sun,
the shape’s petition is answered by the Sun’s exonerate rays.
Evermore longing to be to Him as He is to thee.
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