Sometimes…
It takes the hottest tears
to melt the coldest pain.
The salt that drips to trembling lips
is savored not in vain.
For that same taste of sorrow
that blurs the eyes with grief
stows a foretaste of tomorrow
and hope of sweet relief.
Perhaps it's when our weeping falls
like rain upon our face
our aching, outstretched arms
are fit to feel His warm embrace.
(C) 2-1-2021
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