Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

02 July 2011

The Alchemy of Tears

When seeking out the formula for gold,
Faust, in his blindness,
overlooked the soul.
Its insubstantial quickness
as it grinds
against the course rough edges
of the mind
produces just the proper
when applied to physical
produces the balm of the priceless:

My tears fall
for the boundless hopes
I've borne
that were cut short
by the miserable, measurable truths
of living among men (and women).

My tears                 Yours, too:
They are the priceless
elements we humans
have the capacity to produce:
                   the miracles of
that help us to live on.

(The tiny blue teardrop above comes from the following website,
and should include the language:
"I put this teardrop here to show my support for all the abused children of the world."

The poem above 
is mine.)

1 comment:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

There's a Dwight Yoakam song where he sings about the "little drops of truth that fall from my eyes."