Tears

This beautiful thing. This lost art.

A reach to divinity.

A communication with humanity.

With history. With future.

 

The abstract becoming concrete

in the form of a tiny, sliding window

to the soul.

 

A touch of Truth.

A grasp at God.

The act, a connection with His

past, and His always.

 

Joy and sorrow.

The expression.

Expression.

 

Trails, rivers, that reveal stories.

That reveal life, death,

love, loss,

understanding,

brokenness.

 

He wept,

 

and so must we.

 

Human. Love. Reality.

All overpowering denial.

Reviews

[Russell Pennwright]

I liked how you broke the stanzas down. I was shocked how fluid the rhythm was. Great write.

[Gordon Greene]

The spirituality that comes through this piece is smooth and overwhelming (in a good way).
You do a great job of introducing a real God in a way that makes Him comfortable for those who would not otherwise listen.
From one who does not but wishes...
Gordon