Dew drops fall from Heaven,
His sweet tears water each growing thing;
tears that have that special touch, for the flowers to bloom in the spring.
Dark clouds form
and the rain falls as He weeps;
is He lonely and forgotten and hurt,
while a world is too busy or sleeps.
Snow begins to fall,
His frozen tears cause a deep sleep to cover the land;
it’s His blanket of frozen tears
that keeps all creatures, safe in His hand.
This poem won the editorial award
and is published in
“A Celebration of Poets”