Tears

Tears
Tears like a warm summer rain, help cleanse the heart and soul.

They give you the knowledge that when we wake the next day,
The fresh smell of that summers rain, remind of us of the beauty GOD created and never 
meant for us to mourn the living or loved who have left us. 

Each season passes and we wonder what we’re meant to do; we question our motives of the 
past and the plans for the new. We forget to let the past be gone and start out new like with 
the wonderment of all that is out there to capture because we can’t close the door that says 
yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not arrived and today is where I am and where the new 
beginning is going to start.

Just as the leaves change colors and the snowflakes fall from above
We go on living and wondering what if? Shed the tears and let the beauty of our friends and 
those we love and love us
Bring that last tear we shed for all the yesterday’s.

Flow my tears cleanse my heart and soul let the pain drift
Away just as I have wiped the last tear.

Rose M Bauerle  2008
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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November 30, 2008 at 10:38 AM
aww this a nice write, it's good to cry for healing, God takes away our past so we no longer have to worry about it and he has our future in his hands so we don't have to worry about that either, we have today to be with God, each day is a gift from him thats why he called it the PRESENT, we all truly blessed to be in his presence every single day, every day is a birthday to me with God and Jesus in my life, he will wipe away our every tear, God bless you from diane and welcome to soup
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