Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
which is unsure, but water like crystal;
We can see right through it
and our hearts open up to truth;
Somewhere in the midst of the water,
so clear, lie the hopes and dreams of all,
flowing gently over rocks
smoothed by the test of time.
Life hangs in perfect balance,
So often we fail to see;
But the tears we cry have a purpose
and the river is neverending.
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Comments: 33
It appears this is a pivotal work for you, one of great optimism bourn in a river of tears.
Beautifully rendered and clearly stated.
nice piece of work.
Ginger...I have had several of my poems published. Thank you. I'm glad you like them.
This is as beautiful as you are... which means it's lovely....
I've never read a poem by you that I "didn't" love!