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
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2006
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