I weep as I write...

I’m a mature male

and yet I weep

a day does not pass

in which I have failed to shed my tears.

My weeping is from the deepest

depths of my soul

influenced by the Spirit.

Should any tear be captured

and traced back to its origin

they would be found

to have their source

in deep and pure joy.

A joy that springs from contentment

that is firmly rooted in love

and moistened with trust. 

I weep as I write…