Sunday, September 16, 2012
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
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.
And wipe away those tears
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Linking with Jen and with Emily.