Teardrops Will Be Strangers

How long the cries, of heartache,
Echo in the darkest night?
Is there sweet relief for little ones
With no end of grief in sight ...

Hurting, lost, without a friend?
Where do they weep, today?
Confused by life's rejection,
What would they like to say?

Tender hearts bear painful scars.
But, the Lord preserves the tears;
Recording every whimper
Pouring from their fears.

Here, they see through darkest windows,
With much anguish that is born.
But, this ocean, full of weeping,
Will never spill on heaven's door.

Lintels, here, are stained with teardrops
From hurt that breaks apart.
But, they will not trickle down
On heaven's golden path.

For, Jesus, soon, will come, again;
In the twinkling of an eye.
The trumpet will resound, with love,
And they will lift up to the sky ...

Carried through the pearly gates.
Cherubs, answering the call,
Are swept homeward (safe, at last);
Where dark shadows never fall.

No more to question loss of loved ones
Laying in the grave, so cold.
For, death's grief will hold no victory
In the land where none grow old.

Soon, they will burst with gladdest joy
And dance in life sublime,
To mourn no longer (clouds of night),
But, bask in sunshine, for all time.

Then, teardrops will be unknown strangers;
Never welcomed there, at all.
For, cradled in the Father's love,
A broken heart will cry no more.

 Soft Whispers from
 Derry's Heart Poems
 © 2003 used with permission
 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au