Autumn changes the season of
plants,
Acting upon them with fading
chants,
Root in withered
galore,
Loss of oxygen revealed by color,
Now, why we cry?
Not because we sniff in as we
sigh,
Let alone the paintings from
a lie,
Compose yourselves,
They comfort themselves,
This thing called tears,
This revelation of hurt from
fears,
Isn't it like the water
springs,
Why we cry?
This is why,
To make us see clearer,
A reminder of a cross bearer,
Try stopping to cry,
Show up in the rain,
We may believe the lie,
You will also hide the pain,
Every moment, Everyday,
Issues we fight,
No mortal will say,
hiding heaviness reveals the
light,
Not positive, not optimistic,
Just fear in a new world of
faith,
Some illusions may be
futuristic,
Many times our ignorance the
bait,
A sad face is good for the
heart,
A world of mourning than
dancing,
Piercing your consciousness
with this dart,
Wisdom from a sober
reflection enhancing,
Why do we cry?
How do we truly cry?
It's been yore,
The adage soon gone sore,
A proverb served with cold
silence,
Fellow-feelings the odd
license,
Tears of Joy, tears of sorrow,
Does the heart truly knows
the difference,
Pains evident to hail from
the marrow,
The heart knows the true
essence,
Why do we even cry?
When will we also fly?
If rapture could come now,
If we can find our Eden,
If our up will save their
down,
If only they'll call us brethren,
Our eyes are out,
The reddish part of a fiery
furnace,
Raindrops from our north to
south,
Enlarging our hearts to a
face of grace,
As we exodus from this mortal
realm,
To Archippus a true and
faithful gem,
Unto him who never drowned in
misery,
Counsel him who unveils this
mystery,
In the chronicles of pain,
On the tablet of our hearts,
All mortals engraved rain,
At first, we shiver on
flooded paths,
Why do we cry?
Why do we truly cry?
As a living poem by the
Living God,
From a feeble heart to an
edged sword,
This is our composure,
Our configuration,
The dimension we represent,
This fashion of our God,
And unto Him be this
satisfaction,
To whom all is beautiful as
an action,
To whom has laid this burden
upon us,
To whom that sinned to love
us gross,
Unto Him be our tears,
As they roll down our crystal
eyes,
Let them ascend as incense
ears,
Fulfill His prophecy that we
realize,
Unto Him, unquestionable,
The One who was, who is and
shall come,
From His Mercy seat; a Grace
parable,
To whom our flaws; he sees
none.
Why do we cry?
What a riddle we've not
solved,
How small is our heart not to
hold its pain,
Who soften our eyes as a
weakling to tears,
This are unspoken speeches,
This are uncertain cliches,
Why do we cry?
Well, because we are happy or
sad,
We can't be two at the same
time,
This is a poem not a center
for solving unsolved puzzles,
To know why, ascend to the
Hills and ask our God,
This question I shall ask, a clippings from my mortal memory.
Written By:
Nameless Calvary
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