Seed of Faith

The tub is filled with Blood And Purple hair dye Staining the porcelain I lay in the water Drenching in the hues Of red and blues I see truth In the lights along the river Reflecting Us Our hands touch But I don’t feel your hand Like you don’t mine An endless cold, glassy world But there’s a small smitten of warmth Passing through the transparent glass Silent walks around the perimeter Until there’s one noticeable shine Gleaming into a kaleidoscope of colors The jagged shards and cracks Eventually made a tiny hole into the glass We reach out The shards biting But the blood was somewhat Warm and comforting A small sliver of hope A rush of wind kisses my ear My hand automatically reaches out A seed of faith Blossoming into ardor Patience is essential Timing is everything They say, and finally I understand Each day cannot get any better The days are getting shorter But the glass is getting clearer It’s getting warmer And I have nothing but belief Unto the next spring For the new flowers to blossom Into a bouquet of adulation