Uplifted

He knelt down to help the flower,

It's purple cup drooping, full of rain,

And, emptying it onto the grass

He saw it spring to life again;

As it turned towards the sun

A new vigour pulsed through each vein.

The little girl kneeling close by

Felt him touch her downcast face,

And gently, he did the very same,

He lifted her face towards the place

High up in the blue, cloudless sky

Where warm rays reward acts of grace.