Healing Streams

Close your eyes,

feel the water rushing down your face,

taste its stream,

let it speak for your tears,

let it take them down.

Its roar can stand in for your grief,

even overwhelm it

for a while

Blink your eyes

and feel the weight of rivulets

through your eyelashes,

blurring droplets stretching out

the silvered light

that’s rolling in,

taste the promise —

there will be renewal 

in its time

No need to dry your eyes —

that will happen

when you’re ready

and you’ll feel the coolness

around your eyelids

and the steadying

of your deep, shuddering breath

and you will feel alive,

strangely nourished by your tears.

Morning wil come

and you’ll look up.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 20, 2014