The silent tear told a story that screamed to be told... a tale of hope and despair, love and loss, loyalty and betrayal. Leaving a glistening trail, it trickled across a cheek caressed by a mother's hand, kissed by a man made of dreams, patted by a child's chubby fingers. It sang of a girl chasing fireflies in the warm dusk of a summer evening and a woman chasing dreams in a life lit by shimmering stars. It traced a path left by other tears in lonely moments in other days... and uncountable joys in yet others. It told of a life lived with delight and zest, love given freely, passion embraced fully, adversity met with strength.
A hand lifted to gently brush the tear away... and a woman stood tall to welcome another day.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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7 comments:
Stunning. What more can be said?
Wow the last line really is fabulous. Loved it.
Awesome. I really loved it.
Tess, a nice picture you have painted for us, I love how gigantic you have made the tear.
Tess, I have never heard "the tear" vividly painted with words. Outstanding!
Oh my but this is beautiful! Your words are like images. So very descriptive and emotion filled. Love the ending as well. Thanks for sharing this!
So many times we tend to default to the pre-programmed images we have for things ... tears automatically make many of us think of sadness or grief or loss. Thank you all for the vision that allows you to see the bigger picture ...
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