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Joyful Tears
by louis gander In quantities, our teardrops fall, they drip off sorry faces - resulting from our broken hearts. We save them in our vases - for yet another lofty dream - another selfish rose. Is anyone the wiser? Tell me no one knows. And here, our vases set alone, still filled with empty dreams. Oh, everybody has them - it's just the way, it seems. It's popularity for some - for others; riches, gold. But when it's over, said and done, their rose is dead and cold. The tears we shed are endless, and from our souls drawn. We water every selfish want - then later wish them gone. We hold our very special vase - we think of only 'me' - but rather where still waters are - our tears of joy should be. Do roses last forever? There is a day they die - then scattered are the pieces of the heart that happened by. Lost pieces, scattered everywhere - forever, broken are - and at the end of shattered dreams, there's one eternal scar. When in, our earthly dreams, we live, regret is always sure - for when we grow our selfish rose, it simply won't endure. I often wonder why we work, and waste away the years - accomplishing so little with such lonely, painful tears. So walk beside still waters. Through joyful tears you'll see - a love that never wavers and, a grace that's always free. And if your faith is watered and grows from day to day - there's really nothing more to do - for joyful is the way! Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |