Wednesday, December 03, 2014

The Crying Game.

       The Crying Game.




Laid here upon ancient stones,
Years of toil have come to rest,
Oh my heart has overflowed with love,
And now my eyes weep saltily.
Miles we've travelled to behold,
All this beauty laid to rest,
Something moves inside me here,
And crying helps to move my soul,
Tested oft' beyond my limit,
To walk along this way of peace,
Fallen, stumbled, held in states of grace,
My joy has risen to highest highs.
Now my will has given in,
I accept the willingness to explode,
How much love I'd held deep inside,
That now floods down on holy ground.