The Gift of Tears
A month before Christmas
And the furnace
Is now mostly on…
The familiar scent
Of dust and dry heat
In the house.
I’m wandering again
First in my thoughts
And then up
And down stairs…
Looking
For what—
Significance?
I’ll settle
For my reading glasses
I don’t really need
And that’s why
I guess
They call them
Cheaters.
Suits me,
And I’m back
To seeking God again
Like I did
When I was eleven
And saw De Mille’s
Ten Commandments.
I wanted to march
Up that mountain
And confront him…
Now, not so much
He scares me
And breaks my heart
But I’ve got to tell you
Late at night
When it’s very still
I hear his voice,
Feel his presence,
And it’s real,
So don’t think
I should be locked up—
Just turn me loose
And let me keep
Running my mouth
And failing his tests
And I’ll get by
More or less.
Yeah, I know God,
He makes me cry
And just when I think
He’s given up
He says something else
That touches me
And then I forget
All about my fears…
As he gives me
The gift of tears.
Thanks, John.
... like He did today, reminding me--by way of your poetry--of His faithfulness.
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thank you @creatr, for always being an encouragement
Broken by His Grace, and safe in His embrace. Thank you for the reminder, John.
you're welcome, lydon :)
Its amazing ! Beautiful lines !! 👍
thank you, @akkha
You are welcome !
Great work , you doing great. I love this post .
And thanks for sharing
Namste
thank you,@lalitswami - very encouraging
Great words
thanks
Stunning poem and so very true
thanks, @anneke
OMG I like your poem so much, I sort of got shivers from it :O
It's very beautiful
thank you, @avivakohen
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I wanted to march
Up that mountain
And confront him…
Now, not so much
He scares me...
beautiful...arrested by same feeling. thank you very much.
thank you, @lumen - yes, kindred spirits :)