Tears

these tears,

seeped

from my burning heart,

out of the blue,

leaked

at corners of my eyes,

reflecting on you

these tears

fell

for my kind,

those i love

that can only come

from above

these tears

from the spirit,

memory of them,

my kind,

bathed in innocence

immersed by light,

cleansed,

from corrupted earth,

my brothers shine

in their clean state,

all of them

perfect,

bathed in blood,

like the faces of lambs

in the holiest of pasts,

with no guile

over the cleansing years

of memories past,

made broken now

dissolved of ego

and of pride,

consequences of sufferage,

paid dues

we sit and ponder

left with little time

made perfect in pain

only the cleanest of their lives,

entwined with mine,

purged of dross

by passing time,

made weak and frail,

stripped of self,

flesh of little worth,

grudges held decay

love springs in

sweet tender love,

remains

purged to forgiveness,

in the crucible of trial,

to acceptance

to deepest of love

for me to cry,

silently,

i yield,

to know

we all must die

and the sheperd says,

we know his voice

he will call us

these tears,

are they bottled up

as you so promise

each one

for me?

with what joy

will you replace them?

you said,

no human eye

has ever seen the things

that I have waiting

for those who love me

will i awake in glory

surrounded

by my brothers

in shining light?

can any of us,

any of our kind,

be saved?

you say

all things are possible

all things

are possible for you . . .

will we join lazarus

who heard your voice

and rose

out of his corrupted grave?

do you love us that much?

these tears

were meant for them,

my kind,

my brothers,

all of them,

spread over the earth,

i crave to see again

you said,

i am the resurrection

and the life

anyone who believes in me

will be saved

these tears are shed for you