Child … do not stain these tears by thinking to dry your eye
Think neither to stop their flow … nor wonder … why you cry
These have come from far and near and travailed to be set free
They are just forerunners and firstborn – for others will come from me
You called them tears of toxicity – to burn the face now and not then
They are merely the gift of grace to tell you of changes I’ve made within
I have mixed them with your faith – and it is I – that have caused them to flow
From the silent depth the inner man – reborn – has come to know
These tears are mine anointed ones, touch them not with carnal thought
Their purity is as manna sent for – waited for – fashioned and taught
Swirled in dregs of sorrow – distilled in victory they have found their role
They bring understanding to your heart – to your mind – and to your soul
In my tears that speak of hearing and seeing – and of promises made and kept
In my tears cried this day – and in this way – there is wonder of just who has wept
Now they have reached my mouth and I find the covenant of healing there within
In my tears now I taste the voice – I wonder no longer where He my Being has been
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Poem #74 | May 17, 2011
Tears In My Tears PDF