Salty tears

Salty tears,

Some drops that nourish the soul,
watering the heart and becomes a fragile late love.
Raindrops, raining cats and dogs and rainshowers,
hidden in misty mirrors and skyscraper walls,
discovered by the One at the right hour,
a late spring where everything comes unto maturity.


You there,
whoever you are, 
and just as you are,
a broken vase wounded by shards,
the hour becomes a season a late spring,
cured by a gentle touch of Yeshua,
renewed into maturity,
similar to His character,
and just the love shall remains.


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