Today … Tears
I didn’t mean to, but
Doggone it, I cried today.
Yep, legions of tears flowed down my cheeks
After assaulting and overrunning my eyelids.
I even broke to the point that
My shoulders shook and my chest heaved
With thoughts about him.
He’s gone now, and
What has been, what could have been, and
Even what is yet to be, in the Master Plan,
Hasn’t been revealed in any detail, at least
Not to me in my questioning.
Why has all the hurt had to … well, … hurt?
Maybe time will tell.
One thing seems sure.
In all this sobbing done, I’ve seen that
Pain is a faithful tutor who makes his point
At the exacting price of a bruise or piece of skin,
Or a wounded heart, or lingering disappointment.
But tomorrow? Who knows what will spring up
Where the torrent has so soon fled?
Will it be a call of hope?
A symphonic quartet to lift the heart?
An epic verse to tell the story in all its shades?
What seeds have been sown in the rush of waters
That tumbled down the slopes of sadness and despair?
Where, at the bottom, were they laid to rest to
Await the warmth of sun’s rising?
Well, I’m still alive and
Left to live another day as I might — a
Little halt, … but … able to move on with faith
That in the going on, I’ll see a gentler hand
Working to make another’s way a little better,
Perhaps far less fearful and less angry,
Even if the hand is only mine.
Ah! Those tears have
Washed away the grime from my own
Dirty hands, so that I may now have the sense
To spot the tear welling in another’s eyes;
To be timely enough to stop my own selfish dash
Across another’s beautifully laid garden,
Alas, to spare that tear another day.
© 2005 by Michael E. Stubblefield