Tears of sorrow, anger
drench my soul
course without end
eroding pain, anguish
Where once only aching
occupied my heart
now is a deep empty ravine
carved by a river of tears
Tears of forgiveness
water my soul’s riverbed
allowing flowers of love
to flourish and grow
Peace arises in my heart
held aloft by God’s promises
the fragrance of sweet alyssum
blossoms of my soul
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
Psalm 56:8 (NIV).
Shared today at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night. Head on over for some more great poetry and join the celebration of the 2-year anniversary of dVerse.