Rebel Tears

These rebel tears you've cried,

I say, tell me of the depths

from which they flow.

Tell me of the salt they left

upon your cheeks of rose.

Tell me of the stories

that flashed across

your heart's big screen;

and how you, at once wished

to do them all over again,

yet knew that this would rewrite

too much of who you are.

Tell me how you simply came

to know that grace applied

from wells deeper than your own

would change your world

in far more valuable ways

than a lifetime full

of re-attempts at perfection.

Tell me this and more.

I've heard it whispered

from places deeper than

I knew I had, but long

to hear its joyous regale

from the cracks and creeks

of other hearts, because

I know its gift is far

too great a pearl to hide.

 

Decatur, GA 1966

© 2014 Todd Jenkins