Nature's Sympathy

My soul was black,
but it wasn't stained.
The gray clouds blocked out the sun,
but they didn't stay.
Before they left-
first they rained.

They cleansed my heart
and soaked my pride.
They washed away my bitter side.
Made me a cup of tea
and provided nature's sympathy.

The earth cycles through tears and tears*
of which we rush past unaware.

But when we open up our eyes
it's always there to soothe our souls
and hold us up.

Even when we feel the world is falling down
and the sky is following after
and we are caught in this sandwich of improbability.

Even when emotional tides grow high and wide
and thoughts become a tsunami suicide.


*sounds the same as "tares"
~poem written Thursday, May 6th, 2010 while staring out the library window