Puddles

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Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky,

Small, impure, vanishing with passing day,

Trace a gaze-inviting glimpse

Of the grandeur of the heavens.

May the Grandeur of Heaven

Trace Himself on me, making me,

Though small, impure, vanishing with passing day,

An unlikely window to the Sky.

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