Member Poem

I am lucky to have tears with me;
they never betrayed me,
never did they leave me bereaved.
I am blessed to have tears with me;
they are my relentless chaperone...
Yesterday, tears flowed down my cheeks;
I saw them dripping today:
the drop was the same,
the viscosity, unchanged;
it wetted the same area;
yet, the tear was different...
Because the eyes spoke a different story;
more exquisite than yesterday's,
more elegant than yesterday's,
and it made a difference.
Yesterday, the drop emanated from so many questions in the grief-stricken eye;
it carried a burden of grievance from a mourning heart;
I could not keep track of the day...
But I know the night was very dark...
very long...
I kept walking in that dark,
never-ending tunnel...
in that moonless night...
with all the loads of hurt...
with a bleeding heart...
with weeping eyes...
till I heard a whisper, 'I am with you,'
when I saw a ray of light at the end of the tunnel...
and it was the dawn of today...
And tears rolled down my cheeks again...
But it was a different tear drop;
it emerged out of my love for Him;
it carried a load of gratitude.
And the eyes spoke a different story;
a story painted with the brush of pain;
but it’s the pain of joy...
the pain of love...
and yesterday's grief led to today's pain...
the drop is the same...
yet different...
I was lucky to have the tear of yesterday...
I am blessed to have the tear of today...
they are my constant companions...