Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts

10/01/2017

Nature Brings Hope

She sat upon the porch,
With her head hanging down,
Not a soul was outside
Surrounded by nature’s sounds.
  
Her hands were clasped,
Her thoughts were far away,
A tear slipped from her eye,
On this sunny day.

A couple walked past,
At a bright cheery pace,
She heard their footsteps passing
But still hid her face.

As music began playing,
From somewhere down the street
She rose her head so gently,
And started tapping her feet.

Her demeanor seemed to change,
She looked like someone who could cope
With all that life threw at her
The twinkle in her eye was hope.

I saw a butterfly land on her finger
As she gazed at the garden
You could see her hardships
Had not made her heart harden
  
Whatever she was thinking of
Or saying a pray for
Must have felt answered
Had God opened a door?

There wasn’t a trace on her face of fears of creating new tears.









8/26/2011

The Tear


Once in a while
In spite of the beauty that surrounds me
I feel that little bit of moisture start to seep out of my eyes
And I know a small storm is beginning to brew
Down in my soul
I can feel it and no one can see it

Not yet anyways
But they will, before not too long
My tear ducts are awakened again.


Sometimes they seem to go on forever on a dry spell
I can go through all the motions of life,

Ride the highs, coast through the gray skies
and feel no sorrow, just hopefulness

And even love the realities of life, the full circle
Life, living and death

Like four seasons

Winds of change

And then one day, out of the blue, like a hurricane no one saw coming,
my tears begin to fall.
Slowly at first, and then they pick up momentum,
sort of like they are making up for lost time.

I watch the raindrops fall on my wrist and I wonder
Why must life sometimes be so full of sadness
That raindrops come from my face and not just from the sky.
Is it perhaps because to be human is to feel humility, to feel vulnerable and yet to experience pain?



I hold fast to the notion this will pass
Knowing that in sadness there is always a rising that follows

Sister Bonds

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