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.
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