Puddle of Faith
Why do I stand in the shower
Holding my hands together
Letting water collect in my hands
Like a thundershower filling up a leaf?
Why do I watch in awe
As the soap bubbles swirl around
Only to let it all go
Seeping through the cracks
Between my wrinkled fingertips?
It hits me as I see the last drop
Exit the safehaven I have created
I like to have control
But I love to give it up