A tear in my brown right eye
was ready to leave and roll.
A heart with a small crack
leaked some precious blood,
some precious love
Life 'd been harsh;
self control not easy.
The tear was rolling now
down slowly, down.
Tumult in my soul;
revolt becomes humble
Turning to God.
Strength seeps in.
The tear dries up,
the crack heals,
love flows
Attention to God not only dries tears but reinforces lost love. Nice theme.10.
When we are down and plagued by the sorrow of being neglected or misunderstood, tun to God and comfort descends down immediately! I can so well relate to this poem!