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Pain is a crucible through which 
all must pass. 

The sound of a crying child is 
proof of order in the universe.

Everything changes.
Everything must change. 

On Tears

It cannot be said
we cry for no reason
All tears have their
own reason

Alone you cry tonight
Together but apart now
Feeling your sorrow

On Tears

Tears are natural
Perhaps the most natural of things
To be produced by us
In the course of our lives

Tears shed by a wounded body
Or heart or perhaps
A dawn too beautiful
To be believed

The tears shed by a child
Before learning to speak
Are the most pure of all tears
In the known world

I am trying to remember the last
Time I cried big pouring
Tears from my eyes down to
My chin and onto the ground

Salted tears cannot help be
That way My niece was crying
And her tears were flowing and
Her face was as red as her cries

The anguish of pain
We do anything to relieve it
Within ourselves and those
Closest to us

Tears are not flowing from me now
They will given enough time
I will have no choice other than
To let them fall

Morning Greetings

The heavy chunk filled sounds of a jack
hammer
              pounding
                   side
                  walk
                   into
                   frag
                  ments

unrecognizable
as a thing that was once ordered

I hear the infant cry

She must be hungry

I am still sleepy

I get up anyhow

I can ignore the jack hammer

forever

but she must be attended to

and then

we'll both be happier

than we had before

Tears

Bows move across strings

Soul swelling with crescendos

Salted water moves