The Gift of Tears

I’m wandering again
First in my thoughts
And then up
And down stairs…
Looking
For what—
Significance?

I’ll settle
For my reading glasses
I don’t really need
And that’s why
I guess
They call them
Cheaters.

Suits me,
And I’m back
To seeking God again
Like I did
When I was eleven
And saw De Mille’s
Ten Commandments.

I wanted to march
Up that mountain
And confront him…
Now, not so much
He scares me
And breaks my heart

But I’ve got to tell you
Late at night
When it’s very still
I hear his voice,
Feel his presence,
And it’s real,
So don’t think
I should be locked up—

Just turn me loose
And let me keep
Running my mouth
And failing his tests
And I’ll get by
More or less.

Yeah, I know God,
He makes me cry
And just when I think
He’s given up
He says something else
That touches me

And then I forget
All about my fears…
As he gives me
The gift of tears.