they say it comes in three
so i wait, my heart bumping into my ribs
with the horrid anticipation
the eye is captivated when it rains
how a single rain drop joining the lake
affects everything
movement awakening each molecule to the newness
and the weight in my heart feels as if it could drown me
because I realize that just as a drop adds to the depth
and beauty of the water
eventually another will evaporate, return from where it came
the first shocked me with ferocity
and my careless hands burned against the heat of the pain
it is the sinless that never drop
my body seizes itself in the memory
and I wait for the rise of the call
I sit, watch the flower that had begun to uncurl its clasped petals
hour after moment pass
find myself wishing I was more numb than I am
the idea of twelve hours runs rampant in my mind
the amount one can accomplish in that gasp of time
how insufficient a timeline that is
and I stagger back into the mysterious grief
that is not my own
a messenger of joy comes in three
at least, that's what he warned me
were I stronger would I not deplore the loss so?
or would my heart be lost if it didn't grieve
and you already know that you ascended with love all around you
you beautiful stranger to this world
grow in the mysteries of that world
and we will pray