Read Poem: Where the Tears Go, by J Hirtle

Ten thousand days

Bounteous moments forever faded

Since he first enlightened this lyricist

Guiding my vestal quill.

Through undiscovered lands

With the poise of Gandalf

Proffering measured response to arouse one more query.

The old man stands bent at the waist

The autumn of his life declared by the deep lines upon his face.

His hands unable to conceal a never-ending tremble.

To my youth-filled gaze, he has always seemed ancient

Silver hair with amber tips

Bespectacled eyes behind thick glass

A wooden cane forever choked by his knotted grip.

The morning sun greets our kinship

As I guide him to our old park bench

Quietly we share the new dawn.

I speak first

As oft I do,

Nay, as I always have

I pose my question,

“Where do the tears go when they depart my eyes?”

I undertake more-

“Overpowered by emotions

I cannot disguise

The liquid crystal falls

Trampling shadow trails

Beneath my eyes

So, tell me dear sir,

Where do tears go when they depart my eyes?”

Without a word, his gaze tells all

A glimpse of sadness breaking upon his face

For he knows the reason of my query-

The Healer’s words promised no hope

The cancerous centaur

Mocking their toxic elixir

Spreads venomous tentacles throughout my body

Tendering deadly kisses.

It seems my time here, is nearing the end.

My old friend speaks his reply with an ancient whisper

His slithering smile slowly revealed

He speaks as a teacher

A prophet

A friend

“A Cimmerian Shadow

Impossible to flee

Belongs to the Darkness we dare not see.

Listen closely faithful child-

Your wandering tears are not forsaken

For you my young friend

Cradled in Faith-

A promise of Truth

A vow of Hope

Older than time

Born on the Eve of the Beginning

Destined to awaken.

You have nothing to fear

Soon you will stand in a place prepared for you

There you will see His glorious truth-

Tears never die or fade away

They turn to mist

To be used another day”

“A fathomable grace-

He commands every tear that dares to fall

Stretching out His hand

He gently wipes them all.

Forever erasing our sorrow”.

“That my young friend

Is where the tears go”

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