
Tears surprise me sometimes
Falling down like rain
Or rising up like precipitation
With no explanation
And yet when they do
My heart expands
There is a deep sea of feeling
I sense even as you play the blues
I hear both the longing and the sorrow
For loves that never came to much
But there is confusion there too
And perhaps too much expectation
That the healing of your original wound
Could come through the ignorance of someone
Who could not understand
So it is
We must withstand our own breaking open
Our own heart break
Welcoming it instead of reviling it
Or rejecting it as meaningless
So that in this way it can become
A doorway into a vast and heavenly room
In which we finally come to meet
And see face to face
Our deepest truest self
Hi Deb … I submitted this piece to Spillwords today
Rivers Of Love (a Tanka, with an introduction quote)
“How many rivers of tears must I cry
Before all the deepest wells run dry” …Ivor Steven, May 2012
The hail’s coldness stings
An old wind pierces my eyes
As yesterdays tears
Etch raw ravines in my cheeks
Her rivers of love run deep
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Aww so moving Ivor.. hugs
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