Into the puddle she gazed and gazed
My sister was amazed
She’d never seem rainwater deeper than eyes
Mystery undisguised.
Round the rain puddle she ran and ran
Too much for any doll’s pan.
By reflections of trees she was hypnotised
Curiousity’s often wise
Oh,my dear sister what do you see there
I hope a vision fair.
What are these ships and the tugs and the tide
Where are the sailors who died?
This is an ocean and I’m in my boat
Come sister ,dear let us float.
We’ll never see father again, for he’s here
and down her face travelled one tear.
I see him afar off, he’s meeting the Lord
There’s the archangel’s sharp sword.
We cannot follow,no, we must go back
We each must stay on our own track.
Three little children with newly washed hair
On this road going to where?
Once three small sisters ,but now only two
Eyes of one green,other blue.
By the park gate by a pool of sea rain
We shall be three again.
One in a pushchair and one gripping tight.
I push my sisters into the dawn light.
Keep hold of the handle and never let go
I love my two sisters so.
Keep hold of my hands as Dad crosses the sea.
Don’t seek for what you can’t be.
I told her it’s only a rainwater pool
Held in God’s hand like a jewel.
But she saw the patterns and she saw the tides
Which all human beings will ride.

For nothing is “only” and nothing is “just”.
Nothing and everything’s passed.