Holy Tears











Tears, - tears, who can muster

All the tears that surge and flow,

Shimmering in their dew-drop luster,

Or like saphire's blaze and glow.







Tears that well up- manifest,

Or in secret sorrow hidden;

In our loving Father's breast

All these various tears are written.







Angels keep punctilious score,

None is missing,- all are treasure,

Every tear's accounted for

Prized and cherished beyond measure.







Tears do water plant and seedlets,

Bring to bloom the victory palm,

And enfold the lustrous brevets

For the heavens' bright realm.







Dry-eyed,- fruitless is despair,

Tears relieve, allay and calm,-

Promissory harbinger

Of sweet consolation's balm.







Be ye kissed bright gems forever,

Gems,- of such infinite worth,

By the everlasting lover

For your help to ransom earth!








© Elizabeth Dandy




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