Thursday, 21 April 2016

A tear

A tear in my brown right eye
was ready to leave and roll.

A heart with a small crack
leaked some precious blood,
some precious love

Life 'd been harsh;
self control not easy.

The tear was rolling now
down slowly, down.

Tumult in my soul;
revolt becomes humble
 Turning to God.
Strength seeps in.

The tear dries up,
the crack heals,
love flows

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