POETRY

Gratitude Tears

The tears flow Flow onto my pillow Run down my face Splatter the ground Show up on my canvas as I paint my way through pain And through joy.

I call them gratitude tears After the model of a friend I never forgot A warm and stately 70-something woman Who showed me in my 30s how to grow old gracefully, Majestically even.

She spoke of her “happy tears” as her emotions surfaced with age. I can still envision her, these many years later, With her eyes glistening as she listened to children sing… and many other things.

These tears of mine fill me up, Fill me with wonder at All That Is The sweet golden light of love in all its manifestations, filled to the brim and big as the universe.

gratitude tears that God ignored my prayer to die.

I am Dawn Aegle, a content writer and transformation coach who writes poetry when the muse hits me across the head. Meet me on Medium here.