What’s In A Bucket of Ice Water?

I'm going to break my usual form and post something that's out of the norm for me. I can't resist though, because this post is actually going to be something written by someone else, a friend of mine, and was shared by him on Facebook. A lot of people seem to be on one side...

Drifting

Slender tendrils          drifting,          lifting, lazy on a summer's breeze give form to the invisible; from my lips to God's ear, a gift returned of simple life-- the shapeless given shape in fire's passing.