I saw the tear <br />before he turned away <br />and bade goodbye <br />And gave it not a thought <br />As the money pouch burned <br />its expectation <br />into my mind <br />I saw the tear <br />But I laughed <br />at his foolishness <br /> <br />In my swineherd's rags <br />I recall <br />a dancing enchantress <br />a revelling drunkard <br />and the friends of my <br />pocket and table <br />abandoned, the gut twisting <br />hunger envelops. the bitter winds <br />seep into my soul <br />and more painful than this <br />I remember <br />The tear <br /> <br />He is waiting <br />He is watching <br />Arms outstretched in welcome <br /> <br />Father <br />Let me kneel at your feet <br />bury my face in your arms <br />Receive my pain <br />Forgive my shame <br />Accept your servant <br /> <br />He bids me rise <br />and I see <br />His tears, and then <br />My Father's smile<br /><br />Josephine Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tear-15/
