Offering My Tears
janine canan
Here are my tears, tall pitchers of tears.
I pour them round you,
so you may grow more and more beautiful.
As the cedar offers its sheltering arms,
as the house offers its shield from piercing winds,
as the sky offers its lumined breath,
as the crow offers its urgent call --
so I offer these salty tears,
wept from the fathomless ocean of love.
Pitchers and pitchers of shining tears --
as I pour them
may I grow more and more aware.
