The Mystery Of Tears

What could be the purpose for our tears;
for it seems they often get in our way;
flowing from laughter, sorrows or fears;
even occuring when we pray?

Often they come, as an answer to pain;
no one asked them to come;
sometimes, a result of great loss; or gain;
or, relief that a project is done.

Still, what is this mystery called tears;
when will their flow be finished;
we’ve shed so many; through the years;
yet; they’ve increased; not diminished.

Surely these tears serve some sort of purpose;
what could it ever, possibly be;
whenever my tears come to the surface;
my eyes are barely able to see.

Every life contains both evil and good;
in each body; toxins grow;
tho our tears are often misunderstood;
tears allow toxins to flow;

The Master has created infinite pefection;
shedding tears over all we’ve become;
perhaps tears are a metaphor of rejection;
over the death of the Master’s Son.

Tears are the life of all the evil within;
expelled when the faithful cry;
death is the essence; of all our sin;
the time when all tears dry.

Monty 6/5/24. # 2,255