Words Not Tears In Fears Poem by James McLain

Truthful words know when spoken, strike a cord
in proper heart, is moral staunched when
flowing forth, bathed in blood
draws near.

Reposed all minds sleeping deep, one door lays open
of the light, a knob fits palm, your
hand now be of
peace to me.

Under eyeful watch still asking why, deep rivers flow
colors dreampt, outside all minds, come
inside and sea.

Trials of body my bread may eat, blood from flesh some
do seek, the easing of their guilt,
pain unto me.

Having feet of each five toes, can shoes so comfort all,
each hallowed soul, etched in stars of
tears an ocean deep.

Spirt flys ever high looking down ever wide, massed upon
soft earthen orb in you,
healing hand of love all need in search of you.