Butterfly Tears by Janet Keyes

For many years
I dreaded tears
and saw them as my foe.
But then I walked
the valley
of death
and went to the land
of grief.
For a time my tears,
bitter and heavy,
devoured the leaves
of my soul,
leaving skeletal twigs,
growing to a fullness,
subsiding to a time
of dormancy.
Tears walked with me,
reaching out to me
with love.
At last I embraced
that compassion.
And new tears emerged
like a butterfly-
tears that were gentle and light,
not burning or stinging-
which could only exist in the presence
of grace
and peace
and life.
Butterfly tears.
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