Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.

The Healer’s Tears

My tears can’t like a droplet dissolve Nor can they be wiped or washed away Despite sadness my crying is momentary Loss always leads itself away so I suppose. Yet every time amidst my despair Through the tear mists you reappear Despite my hurt and sadness You weep and cry all my tears Until afterward then my voice cloys And I stop and wonder out loud why All I hear is your whispered reply Your salvation is my life your healing my joy.
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