Like a pendulum <br />Which swings back and forth <br />From the mount <br />Of an Ole Grandfather's Clock. <br />Tears fall from beneath <br />The surface of shattered dreams <br />To gently create a mist. <br />A mist of one's heart <br />A heart that has been broken. <br /> <br />Shattered by unforgiveness <br />Shattered by forsakened peace <br />Shattered by families of brokenness <br />Shattered by the wiles of temptation <br />Shattered by this world's unrest. <br />Shattered by the perpetual disfigurment <br />Of satisfaction that only grasps <br />An individuals happiness temporarily <br />For the compliance of something greater. <br /> <br />Something greater than the paths <br />Which we now see <br />Or haved used daily to live. <br />But in the essence of our own achievements <br />Never being able to accept the full goal. <br />Back and forth the pendulum swings <br />Where the Tears of The Heart <br />Rolls from grace to gravity <br />With only our own self-esteem <br />To drive from the forces <br />Of our own focus <br />Which sometimes fail the vision. <br /> <br />As the Navigator back and forth <br />We search and seek the traces <br />Of the Tears Of The Heart. <br />The tears that bind us <br />And the tears that set us free. <br />With diligence to begin again <br />With or without the knowledge <br />Of a commendable trial or error. <br />But with an undisclosed strength <br />Given by the Almighty Hands Of Mercy. <br />We move on.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-the-heart/
