Breath

The stone. Plain, Dusty, Worn. Full of holes and shortcomings. Like me. A droplet of water. Changing, transforming. Washing away the dirt, grime, muck. Leaving behind a metamorphosized canvas of color. The stone. Altered forever. Carved and painted by the presence of water. The water, falling, flowing, changing, forming. A drip. Droplet. Rain, Pouring down on me. On the stone. Amending. Smoothing away the flaws. The water of life, cleansing. The stone. Mended. Turned from a pebble - like any other - to a unique fragment. Smoothed over. Remade. The droplet, driplet. Changing, moving me, like Him. Wearing away my imperfections and sins. Smooth, like the rock. Beautiful. His.