Not One Drop Reached the Floor of the Ocean

You were never to begin although summers
come to an end. Neither wayward eyes nor watering skies could ever divert your
devotion. Not one drop reaches the floor of the ocean.

You are still yearning, dried and cracked, like some parched African plain, stretched and taut, yet burning, not one drop reaches the floor of the ocean.

Oh what could have been, it was all there but for a swift wind, a stumbling stone, and a blade never honed, and not one drop reaches the floor of the ocean.

All you wanted was to shine, to help, to make a difference, and the overwhelming desire to do so became the purpose and before you could start you were done, and yet, not one drop reaches the floor of the ocean.

The wolves caught your scent and when they were finished with you, not a drop was left. No, not one drop reached the floor of the ocean.

CB Scott Nov. 22, 2019

Excerpt from: God’s In the Garden
Coming February 10th. 2020
Available for preorder now