Tears

The world is rutted, gutted, glutted with

Tears...

But is it washed?

Tears
inner and outer,
spoken, unspoken, whispered, shouted.

Tears of anger, sorrow.
Tears of joy can be found.

Acid tears on red, heaving faces,
gasping for breath,
stammering words, left in the air
and in the ears
and in the souls
of the
helpless.

And Tears never shed,
ahead and behind
a few smiles.

Smile for me?

Cry for me.
Cry in me.
Cry with me.
Cry in us.

The tears of God
run deeper still.

Every one finds its
watershead There.