Creations, Part 3

Conversion

A drop of light, it falls onto
A darkened, hardened soul;
And sifts through cracks and crags alike,
Invading hidden coves.

The drop of light then turns to rain;
The rain into a storm;
The storm into a dreaded flood
That drives the soul to scorn.

Afraid, the troubled soul attempts
The flood to barricade;

To save the dark, familiar place

From changes heaven-made.

But tardy efforts cannot halt

The flooding of the soul,

With light and life and truth unfeigned

By one who holds them all.