Tears
23rd April 2006 by Judith Whybrow

Tears, like rivers from the soul they flow,
From crystal fountains deep below,
'Diamonds', from the eyes they fall,
When words are uttered, kind or cruel.

If thoughts of past loves spring to mind,
Or paths from memories they find,
They’ll collude together, one and all,
To grace God’s ‘human’ waterfall.

You’ll see them all in times of woe,
Or fresh, from celebration flow,
They’re fashioned soft, these heavenly darts,
To pierce and melt the hardest heart.

Now if yourself with angels find,
And thoughts of misdeeds come to mind,
They’ll wash away your darkest sin,
Until our dear Lord, enters in.