Tear Drop

Like a glistening pearl, from the eye,
The tear drop slowly slid,
My heart as if with scooped hands, rushed
To hold this precious gem, before it fell.

My heart’s hands silently scooped the pearl.
Cradled gently in soft palms,
Wrapping it with velvet cloth,
Safely placing. in its own oyster shell.

For such precious gems of divine creation,
Are not to fall on earth’s dusty floor.
But each kept for posterity,
Each a glimmering moonbeam, shining on life’s inner door.

For each little jewel carries a tale,
Deep with divine intent,
Each adorning a golden page of life,
Each a different story to tell.