I the Teary Eyed

just as salty as small drops run down past the rouge so cheerfully round rolling past the painted on smile to a frown splashing into brazen laver of the heart a comedy of another kind one that binds white cascading waves of the honey herb midst of the bitter and sweet before the canvas of life's art one two strokes in the master's hand look but wild streaks never look at a piece the Gracious artist looks to the complete already there laughing again through streaming blues as we began together you and I twine running hand in hand down gentle hillsides where grows never dark Just as sweet the Father's love never will lose it's savor favor spilling over this child cannot hopes tide curb walking peaceably may these golden droplets impart the joy I have found again we meet at your humble feet