Out of Water

Once upon a time

There was this little girl

Who was afraid to go outside.

It was pouring down raining

And, it cut like a knife.

Her mother encouraged her

Open the door sweet child.

Feel the purity of the rain

Smell the freshness of life

It’s not all in vain.

A first of many steps

Tip toeing through the door

Hesitant to leap forward

Afraid to taste

Yet, she needed more.

Standing, outside

She delicately traced

Every precious moment

Of her life, once more

In the safety of her Lord.

Drinking it in and feeling

As it absorbed every mile.

Laughing and not running

From a life stroking

Her cheeks into a smile.

Deborah Ann Tornillo

Copyright, 2011