A Single Tear

A single tear is a tender moment;

A serene sentiment sitting alone upon a cheek.

A single tear is the rhapsody of the heart to beauty;

An emotional connection to art; to music

To a long memory.

A single tear is joy given freely from the soul in relief;

In thankfulness for the breath of child; a loved one;

A soldier who is back home again.

Tears can come from bountiful laughter spilled in happiness;

Shared in ecstasy; or unleashed in uncontrolled cachinnation.

And then too, when spilling out in more than a single tear;

Shed in unremitting pain, falling like autumn leaves

Upon the old garden beds-

Those tears of burning pain

Flowing in countless ways and upon endless nights.

Those scorching tears that sear scars on the heart;

Those unquenchable bitter tears

are the tears of loss.

And when time finally reminds the heart

That life continues and that those tears

May become a cherish moment; or the precious memory

That will keep one company until the tears are done.

All Things Lost Are Found

What place is this that has no valleys,

no mountains, no space

No land,

No rivers, no oceans, no sky…

And never a need to ask why!

And yet, a place of peace with shores of crystal sands –

It has all these things

and much, much more.

There are no more days and the night never falls - yet, stars!

Stars, stars everywhere and so much more-

A place where all things lost are found

and we are here too!

No longer gone,

Nor longer lost,

No longer is there suffering; there is no pain.

And though it is bright and sunny, there is a refreshing rain

That glistens upon the yellow rose petals - like a child’s tear

Everyone is young, and everyone is old and yet,

everyone is the same-

No crippling hurts, no punishing weight to bear –

No anger, no regret, nothing more to beget.

All the birds sing in beautiful song and there can be no more wrong!

I am found in a place where all things once lost – are found.

Stand next to me now and hold my hand

And we will dine on life as we drink the wind.

Mourning Doves

Mourning Doves

Listen children, the mourning dove is cooing how love fears

That day has nearly lost the sun’s light behind the old trees

And, Mother is still out in the garden gathering yellow roses

As the hydrangeas have lost their blooms and winter nears.

She still looks for Father in the dimming twilight of the leas.

Listen, the white wolf calls out for the moon’s light

To show us the path back home before the griping cold

Sets a chill upon those old hands and stills the tender heart.

Hurry children – find Mother and bring her home before it is told

That the two lovers are together at last - for the long night.

December Marriage

While love can flitter around easily in April’s rain

Or in July - become hot and sizzle in longing pain

October’s passionate colors become flames of splendor

Yet, it is December’s marriage that grows most tender.