The Dewdrop

The Dewdrop

My Lord walks through his garden in the early morning light.
As he reaches out to touch a blossom,
A dewdrop falls into the palm of His hand.
He peers at the drop seeing the entire world reflected in it
even His own smiling face
but deep, deep inside the dewdrop,
My Lord sees His own hand.

– Unmesh Swanson.


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