Tears
by Kathleen HighamLife passes oh so slowly
When youth is on your side
A body grows stronger daily
For the aged, a downward slide.
An intellect once so intent
Now chooses what to retain
A mind filled with memories
Sometimes will harbor pain.
Each day begins in hope
A prayer to God comes first
Tears leak out profusely
Life has certainly reversed.
Thoughts of loved ones come
So many have passed away
Recalling voices and their laughter
Seems like it was only yesterday.
Would we reach back in time?
To change a painful past
No, tears are surely plentiful
Funny how tears seems to last.
Never lessening with age
Tears remain constant for sure
It is part of the process
A cleansing tool to help endure.
Haing kissed a baby's tear
Then the tear of a Mother
Pressed my face to my love
Tears gravitate toward each other.
The process is ever constant
This act increases with age
I have written poem after poem
On a tear stained page.
A friend asked me a question
Have I seen Jesus here?
I see Him, oh I see Him
In every single tear.
Growing old surely challenges
But my life I can accept
Because the One who saved me
It was Jesus, then He wept.
"O could I tell, ye surely would believe it!
O could I only say what I have seen!
How should I tell or how can ye recieve it,
How, till He bringeth you where I have been?"
Excerpt from "My Utmost for His Highest" by Oswald Chambers.
