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”

Read Poetry: Where the Tears Go, by J Hirtle

 Genre: Dying

 Ten thousand days, perhaps more
Now faded forever
Since he first enlightened this lyricist
Guiding my vestal quill
Through undiscovered lands
With the poise of Gandalf
Proffering just enough to arouse one more query

The old man stood 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

He has always appeared ancient to my youth-filled gaze
Silver hair with amber tips
Bespectacled eyes behind thick glass
A wooden cane never leaving his grip

The morning sun greets our kinship
As I help 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 tears go when they depart my eyes?”
I know they wander down my cheeks
When my emotions I cannot disguise
So, tell me dear sir,
“Where do tears go when they depart my eyes?”

Without a word, he looks at me
A glimpse of sadness breaks upon his face
For he already knows the reason of my query

The healer’s words had no hope to lend
The cancerous centaur
Laughed at the toxic elixir
Spreading its tentacles
Tendering deadly kisses
It seems my time here, is nearing the end

He spoke to me with an ancient whisper
A slithering smile slowly began to appear
He spoke as a teacher
A prophet
A friend

“You have nothing to fear
Soon you will stand in the place He prepared for you
There you will see the glorious truth-
Tears never die or go away
They turn to mist
To be used another day”

“Soon you will understand
He knows every tear that has ever dared to fall
And He will stretch out His hand
And gently wipe them all
That my young friend
Is where the tears go”

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