Gentle tears of sadness rolled down my cheeks.
Spring’s morning walk brought blue skies with fog draping mountain ridges,
The Wood’s beauty bringing comfort to my soul.
I’ve observed many faces of sadness during Dad’s final days.
As a companion just off my left shoulder…
As a garment draped over me…
As a heavy-heartedness pulling in my chest.
Walking along the wooded trail the air smelled of pre-dawn rain.
Under tall budded trees I felt the presence of Angel Tears
Washing me of my sadness.
Cleansing me from head to foot.
Filled with great gratitude, in that moment, I knew they were
Angel Tears…tears of Joy.