Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Individual Tears


Blessed are those who mourn for love once known together,
their sorrow is richly cured, broken down over time, gently
soothed by another's compassion.

Pain of sorrow guides our way, bringing those of us together
who need each other's help and comfort in times of reluctant
sadness.

Embracing our feelings, sharing them, coming closer together
than ever to the truths of life on earth.

We hold our individual tears until we're safe with one another
on the threshold of new horizons.

Made for each of us by other's hearts, kind and gentle, developed
by God, Himself.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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