Micah Streeter
Guest Writer
When I think of you
I think of all the things I’ve been through
And you
What have you been through?
I didn’t when I loved you know
What grief of yours makes your tears flow
But now I begin to
For you
In your voice I hear
Your frailty, your voice ever soft
Like snow on the water
Your eyes which struggle
To cry
But why?
Will I cry sometimes
With the pain of
All
Pain is Pain
So we say
So we say we’re frail
People, men, women, girls, boys
And who knows?
There is a power
In words
In tears
In my feelings
Of life
Of love
Of words
Of you
You believe, don’t you?
Won’t you
Hope and Regret
Fear of life
Finally, what do we have to fear
But our own free will
Our ability
To cry and not
To die
If I believe in death
And life
Then I believe too
In you
We speak, not to each other
With the emptiness filled
With pain (hope and regret)
And yet, When our hearts are empty
Our voices are full
It’s only when tears fly
That we are truthful
And I think love, like tears
Is like energy
It can never be lost, nor destroyed
But recreated, reformed
Redeemed
Our tears, of life
I cry for you
And you and you and you
And you
What breath is taken when we die
Which air is used to cry?
‘Tis the same passed through
All of time
Breathed by George and you
And Christ
The same air touched the tears he
Cried
Our tears are always new
Always for you
They come with us into death
While staying in the Earth
Becoming someone else’s tears
Someone else’s years
The same tears cried by him
Were yours
And mine
And when we cry we are divine
I call you mine and you do too
Each tear brings us a
Faith renewed
In man and in all
In grace and in you
Then as our frail voices die
And love at last
Begins to cry
It happens then, you and I learn
A beauty of love’s heart
Reborn
We empathize
Polarizing dreams
And our tears
Are real
Such is our pain
Is me
Is you
Is why
We have to cry
