Rain falling on a pond;
tiny droplets dancing circles across its face.
A silver sheet reflecting the gray sky, broken;
my dreams hidden beneath the sheen.
I leave man’s world struggling in eddies behind me;
swirling in circles of its own.
Peace speaks the silence that is born;
in deep dreams rising from this dawn.
In my heart awakening from its sleep;
I taste the sweet rain falling.
~FS
Prayerful Life 