Sunday, April 02, 2017

Poetry Sunday ~ Dry My Tears

Pss. 6:6 “I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.”

Dry my Tears

The sun slants over the horizon
Fears in the night fall asleep
A new day dawns of which I wake
Darkness slides into the deep.

Tears they dry by mornings’ breath
I dare not tell a soul
My heart it hides a rhythmic beat
Broken body bears the toll

Silence slithers in morning mist
Unspoken words decay
Alone am I on desolate land
Dried are tears I face the day

Frost it hides from rising sun
Scattered is the cold
It is with Light I dry my tears
Amid the mornings gold.

Pss. 116:8 “For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.”

*This poem was worthy of a repost from Oct. 2016
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1 comment:

benning said...

Pretty stuff, Joni! Carry on! <3 :D