Tears I Cry Lately
The tears I cry lately
fall fast from my face
with no hope of comfort
no sign of God’s grace.
The tears I cry lately
flow streams of red blood
through shattered soul windows
a wounded heart’s flood
No good end to wait for.
No season to cease.
No rest for the weary.
No promise of peace.
Just pain when I rise.
Just pain when sun sets
.Just pain for existence
that never forgets.
The tears I cry lately
I’ll sow, so I’ll reap
sadness for gladness
divine riches I’ll keep.
Affliction for access,
difficulty for doorway,
oppression for opening,
gallows for gateway.
Grief into glory,
healing from hurt,
disgrace into dignity,
harvest from dirt.
Pools out of pits,
springs from sinkholes,
drinks from depression,
blessings from bowls.
The tears I cry lately
have dried from my eyes
having learned to embrace
my gift of goodbyes.
This poem is an excerpt from my poetry collection Deep Calling Deep by Sherri Stevens.
