Teardrops

Teardrops

although a little salty
they sometimes fall with care
a deep and careful beauty
this thing we call a tear

it's like the rain in the springtime
which causes good and bad
they come when we are happy
and flow as we grow sad 

they come from deep inside of us
and slowly soak our face
some people are afraid of them
like they're a big disgrace

the one you love with all your heart
who suddenly is dead
he's buried now, inside a grave
the tears, they come in dread

they flow for days and endless nights
the pain will slowly leave
if you will shine your new found light
not keep it up your sleeve

don't be afraid to shed a few
I know you really care
inside your heart, you're beautiful
the real ones come from there

when teardrops flow, they fall with love
like Jesus on the cross
they came from deep inside His heart
a beauty through His loss

don't cry in shame or selfishness,
but for the one above
the tears will flow from all of us
when we learn how to love.....

Her Piece of Sand-Poetry I Wrote Many Years Ago

The lady watches summer sand
slowly drift by, one piece is still in her hand
One tiny speck of eternity
without love it can never be

  Feelings can make it real,
but still, blindness can conceal it
...The lady slowly approaches the van
knowing love is still in her hand

Suddenly, teardrops wash it from her hand
taking with it, her piece of sand
Anxiously she looks, crying most desperately:
"where can it be?"

Her teardrops continue to flow
while inside she begins to grow
Running down her cheeks they dry,
but deep inside, she still cries

Slowly her life begins again
she gets caught up in something new
Until one day someone touches her hand
and in it she finds her piece of sand