do you ever wonder, when you cry if those tears might be like a river, leaving the scar of their path under your eyes? Today I thought about tears and wondered if the could be counted, how many tears one would cry in a lifetime? Would they fill a small bottle or be so many that if they were put together, they would fill the sea.
I sometimes feel as though I have cried enough tears for fish to swim in.
I thought about the saltiness of tears. How much like an ocean that is.
Have I cried a salty sea?
I wondered to myself how it can be possible that the tracks of my tears do not show on my face when I look at myself in the mirror, and then I thought about how the remnants of tears must be able to be seen.
When you look at me, do I have the trail on my cheeks of the rivers and oceans of tears that try to drown joy out of my life?
When you look in my eyes, can you see the crisscross of red, the thin blood lines that the tears leave in their wake? Do you see the swollenness of my eyes, the brokenness of my heart, the fear in my soul that someday my tears will overflow their banks and leave a flooded wasteland, the only thing left of what was once dry land?
When I think about these tears, these devastating tears, I hope that what the river destroys can be dried and revived. That the tears wont leave my eyes with nothing else to see or believe except that tears come...often. I hope that once the flood waters have receded, the scars in my cheeks from the barrage of tears wont be the only thing left of me.
I sometimes feel as though I have cried enough tears for fish to swim in.
I thought about the saltiness of tears. How much like an ocean that is.
Have I cried a salty sea?
I wondered to myself how it can be possible that the tracks of my tears do not show on my face when I look at myself in the mirror, and then I thought about how the remnants of tears must be able to be seen.
When you look at me, do I have the trail on my cheeks of the rivers and oceans of tears that try to drown joy out of my life?
When you look in my eyes, can you see the crisscross of red, the thin blood lines that the tears leave in their wake? Do you see the swollenness of my eyes, the brokenness of my heart, the fear in my soul that someday my tears will overflow their banks and leave a flooded wasteland, the only thing left of what was once dry land?
When I think about these tears, these devastating tears, I hope that what the river destroys can be dried and revived. That the tears wont leave my eyes with nothing else to see or believe except that tears come...often. I hope that once the flood waters have receded, the scars in my cheeks from the barrage of tears wont be the only thing left of me.
Even though weeping endures for a night, joy does come in the morning. Thank you God.
Those who sow in tears Shall reap in joy.
thanks for listening
Robyn that was a real good poem it almost made me cry girl you can be a writer i am wating on the book well love ya take care.
ReplyDeleteMary Seals(cry me a river)
Praise God that only for a night!!!! Although the night seems very long and very dark at times.........joy inevitably does come in the morning light. That's why I'm so glad that the scripture says to wait on the Lord be of good courage and He shall strengthen thine heart! Love ya girl! CA
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