
Pitter patter, pitter patter, down the windowsill,
Droplets travel down, caress, heart, soul, be still,
Storms a calling, winds a howling, doors open and thrash,
What once prospered as a foundation so strong,
Had burnt itself to ash.
Question, wonder, stare in horror over why?
Gaze with a broken vessel, consider how to try?
Simple words ignited hope, to slowly but surely portray,
Now left abandoned in the cold, rusted and to decay,
Shattered pot, broken vase, flowers wilt and sigh,
Random acts of kindness, built over time on a cornerstone,
Now revealed as hollow, nothing more than a lie…
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About the Creator
Jordan Zuniga
Aspiring christian creative writer creating pieces to provoke thought and give God and Lord Jesus Christ the glory! God bless and I hope you’re doing well!



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