Sunday, September 16, 2012

On tears

The pages are wrinkled
In that spot

In that spot where
The tears that have fallen
So many times

Were they the tears during the hardest nine months?
Were they the tears for the one we lost?
Were they the tears from the lonely nights?
Tears from the times I'd blown it again?
Were they the tears from the years we ached for children?
Were they  the tears of sadness for my sister, her husband, and daughter
Who lost him to a battle of cancer

Are they for the child who wishes he knew
Where his mother was when he woke up

I opened the book
My eyes saw it again
The wrinkled spot on the page

In that wrinkled spot
It is...written

He hears my cry
He counts my tears
And captures them in a bottle
Mourning may last for the night
But a shout of joy comes in the morning

And so I wait for the morning

With my tears
And the pages
Written by my God

Who will rescue us from here.
One day.
And wipe away those tears
* * *
Linking with Jen and with Emily.


  1. This is so beautiful, Kath. Just beautiful and full of hope...

  2. Hi Kath,
    Visiting from Gaby's blog...looking forward with you for that day when He will wipe away every tear...beautiful post.

  3. This just seeps hope.
    Beautiful tears that point to a brighter tomorrow.
    Glad I jumped by from IP today.

  4. Gorgeous. Thank you for this reminder that every tear matters and a brighter day is coming.

  5. One last time? Why? It seems like these are good tears to come back from time to time as a tribute, a memory, no?

  6. so true....and what a day that will be when, and yes each one matters to him....


Thanks for being part of the conversation...I love hearing from you. Kathleen

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