Crimson tears

 

 There are tear drops that weigh heavier than a bucket full,

and the memory of such heavy matter carries a pulse until the heart gives out,

I gave conscience a chance for a fair trial and the pulse settled,

with a loaded heart and tears like lead pouring down the cheeks,

a lonely yearn fills the air,

a mother's last wish consents the soul I'm still here ?

as you read this I hope your moved by Spirit of Almighty and Divine, and that the softness of that benevolent being is made to rest,

may the finest of qualities and attributes shape our path, and that we become in likeness of choice to praise, laud, sanctify, and worship the Holiest-of-Holiest.

 

Rafael G Gonzalez