Song of the Dew Drop

Song of the Dewdrop

by Cat Freshwater-Du Bois

Oh, hello there, I’m a dewdrop glowing, growing on a grass stem and I’ll sparkle like a diamond when the sunrise tops the hill.

Since I wakened here this morning I have felt a small vibration like a voice that’s singing gently, singing softly as a cloud,

singing, “I am here inside you for I’m all of all creation: I am all that ever will be, and you’re part of all that is.”

As I grow, I bend the grass stem that leans out above the river, ’til I slip into the water and become one with the flow.

Still, I hear the voice inside me singing, “I am with you always,” as I meld into the current and continue on downstream.

As I spread to fill the wide banks, as I flow around the boulders, still I hear the voice within me singing, “One is all that is.”

Down the mountain, down the hillside, through the meadow, to the ocean, I’m no longer just a dewdrop as I greet the rising tide

I become one with the ocean, with the crashing salty water; and the voice now sings within me, “Welcome home, oh, welcome home.”

And another day will dawn soon and again the sky may beckon.  Shall I rise to join the clouds again?  Begin a run anew?

Shall I fall again as sweet rain?  Shall I water someone’s garden?  Shall I flesh out a tomato and thus join the flesh of man?

Does it matter what I look like?  Whether dewdrop, ocean, garden, woman, man or supernova, I am one with All-That-Is

and so are you.

                                    Cat Freshwater-Du Bois