Drops of Water

What If
the drops of water that became an ocean
found the sands of the shoreline begin to once again disappear
the power of its reflection
cower in the shrouded darkness and
erosion of realized hope
watching and waiting for misguided
power to once again bleach its shores
drain the moisture from its heart
and quash the gentle giant of faith

then the ocean of manifest might recede
replaced by the scorched drought of dismay
the dry winds of pain
the dwindling tears of joy
and once again become but drops of water

 reaching out for the ocean that once was

the allegory is ours

lest we forget to ponder its message