Each dew drop holds my soul’s surrender,
Surrendering to the moment
Surrendering to the bloom.
A moment when my whole being
turns into a dew drop,
Shimmering in light,
It is magic, it is hope.
The bloom is transient, so is the dew,
But to be fully present
in these moments of transience
Is what makes life true!
Do these drops draw you to a quiet silence?
Do they awaken a calm within you?
In that quiet grace, I find my blessing,
A moment whole, shared here with you.
–
The Soul Compass 