The memory of the puddle

Quelli che son partiti - non son tornati

sui monti della Grecia - sono restati.

A puddle along a sidewalk somewhere in Russia was caught on a dashboard camera. A forgettable fact without consequences. Humble but still beautiful. The morning atmosphere, the cold, the sunrise. The contrast of clean reflection and dirty mud. A gift from the world, from modern technology. Recorded, stored and presented. We can be thankful for that.

 

If God is omnipotent and omnipresent, does he remember everything? Nothing should escape his/her attention.

What is the price of two sparrows ... one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.

Could it be that "not a single puddle evaporates without God remembering it"? Maybe the image of this specific puddle has been restored to us from God's memory. One small demonstration of the beauty of creation. We can be thankful for that.

Is it fair to an author when a whole book is interesting but only the last few sentences make an unforgettable impression? Is it fair to read the last few sentences as a stand-alone poem?

...
and what happens isn't a word,
just like clouds aren't words,
or the man driving by with his arm out the window isn't a word. 

But they happen.
They all happen and then they're gone. 

Clouds, people, buildings, laughter, darkness.
It all happens, and then it's gone. 

The piece of yellow paper in the street.
The sounds of children in the distance.
It fades away completely. 

The puddle in the sidewalk and the memory of the puddle.
And then it’s gone.

But it's not forgotten.

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