Her tears are not plated with silver or gold
That she washed mined from eyes of stone
Her tears are real and low in sodium
They cleanse my dirty hands and soul
As I gathered them from her cheeks and chin
In hopes that I too might be forgiven of my sins
And though…
My love she cries she does not despair
For she faces God head on with prayer
Knowing my backs to him and readied to flee
Into my underground shelter of inequities
She asks him to bestow that tiny light into my life
That I might begin to know his love for me
A light that even a man as blind as me can see....

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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