Tears

Tears

 

Once it is morning

In a garden

It is

The world

The trees rise up

To dance in the light

Of the sky

But down

Where the roots touch

The ground-

The deep, dark heart

Of the earth-

The flowers are weeping

And so am I.

They are crying

Great tears of 

Joy

Knowing their Creator

Clothes them

Every day

But down

Where my heart sinks

To the deep shadow

I am crying

Tears that

Weep

“It is fallen!”

“It is lost!”

 

Once it was evening

In a garden

In the deep darkness

And no one was

With Him

He cried out

And there was

No answer

And down

Where the roots touched

The ground-

The deep, dark heart

Of His Earth-

The flowers were weeping

With him

 

He died

Cried

“It is finished!”

To make new

What was lost

He is risen!

Cry

“It is HIS!”

So will I

Rise.

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