Her tears are not plated with silver or gold <br />That she washed mined from eyes of stone <br />Her tears are real and low in sodium <br />They cleanse my dirty hands and soul <br />As I gathered them from her cheeks and chin <br />In hopes that I too might be forgiven of my sins <br />And though… <br />My love she cries she does not despair <br />For she faces God head on with prayer <br />Knowing my backs to him and readied to flee <br />Into my underground shelter of inequities <br />She asks him to bestow that tiny light into my life <br />That I might begin to know his love for me <br />A light that even a man as blind as me can see.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-virgin-s-tears-for-a-man-of-sinful-mind/
