They say in space there is no sound…
I think then I must be in space
For all my sound has been erased,
Though I screamed “I am here”
All I heard was one shed tear.
I turn my face toward distant suns
To pray my past will be undone
For I feel sobs I cannot hear
Except the falling of one tear
Perhaps the tear spoke it all
Embodying every bruise and fall
They say in space there is no sound
But for my tear I won’t be found.
©April 21, 2008
Believe it or not, I first wrote this poem and captured the feelings. Then as Sheri and I examined it, I caught the meaning.
This seems depressing at first, but I look it as a pre-redemption poem. It talks of how isolated we each are and as humanity. It points to the first tear shed when we separate ourselves from God and how that one tear really did embody our fall, pain and suffering. It is pre-redemptive in that only the tear makes the sound that will allow us to be found – the good news is God hear that teardrop.