This Morning I Cried
Sometimes I feel the weight of the world;
metaphorically speaking;
I’m thinking ahead, to the afterworld;
this life seems so fleeting.
Aware of the toxic baggage I carry;
I often try, to just hold it inside;
within me is joy; tho thoughts be wary;
and so; this morning I cried.
I cried as I thought of the hate and corruption;
and the lack of people who inspire;
the world aflame with wars and disruption;
would the earth be our funeral pyre?
I cried for the people, taught to believe;
that evil men should be in control;
for it was beyond what I could conceive;
only God could create a soul.
Tho many of my tears were tears of sorrow;
they served a much needed purpose;
they brought forth joy of a new tomorrow;
bringing toxins and fears to the surface.
Tears are the failures and sins in our life;
baptising our pride; to make us devout;
within them, resides all sorrows and strife;
till our tears take them all out.
Within me is joy; tho thoughts be wary;
tears are not meant to destroy;
elimanating loads, we’re unable to carry;
my tears were tears of joy.
Monty 1/4/24. # 1,905