A Mother's Tears
More precious than pearls are they;
Diamonds come not near in value;
Their weight impossible to be
Measured in carats of gold.
Oceans carry not such vast
Turbulence…
They flow from broken eyes,
But stem from a shattered heart:
Squeezed and crushed,
Beating arrhythmically in
Loss devastating, pain perpetual.
Each drop of sorrow falls upon the
Meadows in heaven,
Flowers bloom in their millions…
Angels gather bouquets of devotion –
Prostrating, these they lay lovingly
At the blessed feet of the Almighty.
And the Creator embraces more warmly
The Precious One He has recalled to
Bliss and Love indescribable…
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