Thursday, September 4, 2014

Tears Fall

Without warning, tears fall.
Held in check, profoundly spilling;
Unexpected provocation.
 I, withholding, God bids willing.
Shedding with complete abandon.
What I tightly hold, denying
Frailty and sinfulness; 
His course sets true my reckoning.
I will follow.
I will heed.
I will weep. 
I will, Him, need.
For in all things, He's ever there,
Drying eyes and answering prayer.


  1. Usually I see some sort of warning before tears.

  2. Joyce, I usually do, too. But, since losing my father this past March, I know I've not in any way, shape or form expressed the grief I feel. Sometimes, those neglected feelings bubble up, unbidden, and I am reduced to tears. In this case, the tears are good and healing. I need to let them come more often.
    Blessings, my friend!

  3. um, we speak the same language. (((hugs)))

  4. Hugs to you, Kelly! Yes, the same language, indeed.
    Wishing you every blessing!