Tears

Tears

They speak of pain

hurt

loss

grief

They speak of brokeness

They tell you

as they wet your face

that things are not as they should be

They are the tears of woundedness

of wrong done

of loss suffered

of pain ongoing

of lonliness haunting

They tell me things are not as they should be

Not as they are supposed to be

They tell me something is wrong

a heart is broken

and the tears remind me...

THIS IS NOT THE WAY IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE!

But

One day

Perhaps today

Tears will be no more

Can you imagine the implications of that?

Can you imagine what that says 

about the days ahead?

One day

Every tear and the reasons for them

will be done away

One day tears will be a distant memory

because

the reasons they came

will never haunt us again!

One day...

Perhaps today