Though the principle pain is palpable,
Though the salt trails that mark our cheeks,
long after the streams have dried, come from genuine mines of emotions,
That the water works well,
That the comfort it brings from others,
can cascade into a river all its own,
That the display of the pain of regret,
Will bring the better part yet.
That the repentance is sweeter than never having sinned.
And so we let flow
Occasionally more than we need.
And as an adult
I learn
That my tears over sin,
Even If I am genuine
Are a sweet place to stay,
And to return, like a dog, to the vomit of sorrow.
And I learn
That tears are for learning
That tears are no good
To me or God
If tears
Do not lead
Into turning.
And though he indulges me
He would rather see me free.
