The Tear

I am a pristine tear of joy
Trickling down the cheek of God.
In thunder and lightning I fall to earth.

Into the earth I seep for a thousand years.
Seeping down for a thousand years,
I come to rest, deep in the ocean of darkness.

The Face from which I fell,
Searching for me,
Hangs over the dark ocean.

I am pulled back up toward its Light.
Another thousand years has pulled me up to the mud.

Mud: me, mixed with earth
Becomes a man, a muddy tear of joy
Trickling down the cheek of God.

 KennyDN www.kennydn.com Oct 22, 2005
[Inspired by Rodney Collin’s poem on this gravestone in Cusco Peru.  

Rodney’s earthly remains are now interred in a cathedral in Mexico City]