Tears

Oh tears, from where do you spring, from where do you come, unbidden? Be it in sadness or happiness, in hopelessness, frustration or relief. Teary times or weary times, you always appear on cue .

When in dismay, distress or distraught, you pour out to wash away our hurt. Happy times or tragic times, glorious moments or dishonourable ones, when we rejoice or when we mourn, you are certain to flow.

Grief takes many a form, a broken heart, a wounded one, be it that of a man or a woman. The furious tears of a bawling child, copious tears of an anguished heart. You measure our agony, our ecstasy, to gush in torrents,spill in rivulets, or just fall in a sad trickle .

Can you perceive the euphoria of a woman, holding her new born baby or fill the vast ocean with the endless tears of a grieving mother,? Can you fathom the sorrow of bereavement, judge the thrill of a major conquest or gauge the misery of bitter failure ?

Can you ease our pain or heighten our pleasure ?Are you a remedy, or a salve, to heal our emotions ? Are you bitter on the face of the poor, sweet on the face of the rich? Do you spare the young and punish the old, by being their constant companion ?

To the one who holds our tears I pray, be gentle with those who can cry no more, kind to the lonely and the defenceless. For our children, favour I pray, have mercy on them. If possible, let them weep not tears of anguish but that of jubilation and victory