Wondrous Tears Poem by Iris Mista

Tears, pensive, sad yet full of joy
Not hot, burning blisters across my heart
Not icy cold blades of hell to scar my soul
Just warm, loving trickles from where they start

Not driven by the madness of the beast
No torturous agony do they bring
Wondrous tears sliding down my cheeks
From glorious love do they spring

Rare, placid, beautiful and sincere
Mere purity, in a precious moment
for my soul, to be honest and free
So scarce, holy, a truly God sent

Oh, give me more of such a peace
To lift me up, each and every sigh
sprung from my bothered heart
Serenity, fresh air, of a blue clear sky

Tony and Iris