Birth

Birth

The droplets are forming

Condensation from the heavens

Right at the point of final release

That finally brings on the beginning

All things new

Many things few

Until they are one

Just like the molecules

Forming the droplets

There is power in the union

There is momentum in the making

There is movement in the stillness

There is moisture in the dry

There is an answer in the why

There is formation in the sky

I feel it beneath my feet

It’s about to consume the street

Of every tongue and every nation

Of every curve and fenestration

There is a condensation forming

Where no one will be afraid

We will all be covered in love

Look, it’s forming clouds above

No death, no darkness, no childish fray

Will stop, delay, or mar this day

For nothing stops the gravity

Nothing stops the majesty

When the sound, the roar falls to the earth

The drops are forming, a windswept birth

I saw a droplet on the sidewalk…

Now I feel one on my face…

Feels like grace…

K, Duane Carter 8-24-11