When the tears came

Maybe the mountains were simple
When the drawing began
Sunrise set rainbows
Growing shells on lake bottoms
Sometimes grief is like a shell
That opens out and clams shut
Shared then solitude
Massage into healing
Cells to awaken
When they will
Our lives a present
In the horrors of living
Turning to each other
Perhaps that Higher Source
That goes by so many names
Stirring up something as simple
As those mountains within
Not so simple
When the drawing began
Feeling the silence
When the tears came
And the words began to flow
Opening out our within
Growing larger than our known
Into something like
Love.

Denis Streeter  5/31/12