He said…
he awoke…to find…
Tears…
streaming… his face
and wondered, but
even more than that…
yearned…to recall
the dream? the vision…?
that place…
Where his…
well-built, secure…
impenetrable …dam
which received and harnessed
the compiled agony…of
all… digested pains…
all his life…
had begun to …fissure.
Tears…
from sleeping eyes…ran…
free…of constraint
billowing forth from pent-up…sores…
unhampered by objections
escaping from, alas…a man!
Waters…
which only once before
in his entire living
so long ago yet, while awake
…had he bore.
And…
he pressed to remember
the…local
not consciously…no, never
consciously…!
but to...imagine...that
unconscious moment’s ember
When God…
in His Great Mercy…reached
releasing the grievous
accumulation of cruel,
oppressive, stagnated…
waves …
ere…that which his soul
could no longer bear
…Tears
Ps 126:5, Ps 56:8
copyright;jmsbell 9/03/22
Regis. 🙏🌺
I was lying in a hospital bed and couldn't move anything from my neck down. But I was alive! Outside in the hallway, a group came by where I couldn't see them, and sang some Christmas carols. As I listened to all of those great songs that I could sing along with, I suddenly became overwhelmed with happiness that I was still alive. My tears flowed like they never had before.
At that point, my sister's best friend came through the door. She saw me crying and was about to turn and leave thinking I was upset. Somehow, I persuaded her to stay. We talked briefly. I don't recall ever talking to her again.
Ron