Mystery Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Within each droplet, the possible stream
purposed to merge into quenching river;
each with a journey, a destiny toward the sea
that force of nature with no boundaries.

Some weaken, evaporate into mist
others lose themselves along the way,
the misguided stilled waters fall stagnant.
For all these, life remains unfulfilled mystery.

And so it is with man's soul nature
lost behind veil of ignorance and fear;
it is only in the guiding Spirit's natural flow
we become part of something larger.