REFLECTIONS OF MY SOUL

The dam has breached again
Briefly turning dust to mud
And cooling searing afternoons.
In the puddles of the monsoon rains
I see reflections of my soul.
Where it is I've been
Where it is I'm bound.
And wonder if the God I know
Forgives for what I've done.

Reflections fade away
And puddles soon are dry.
Yet I wonder,
Still I wonder.
Is today the day I die?

©Copyright March 27, 2006 by Alan M. Winters