The Scent of Tears
The Scent of Tears
The faintest scent of lavender
now lingered in the air.
The subtlest of hints remained
that an angel had been there.
Her visit was a brief one,
an assignment from the Throne...
in her pocket was a bottle
designed to hold cologne.
Her Master gave instructions,
His mandate was quite clear.
"Go to earth, and gather, now,
the essence of "pure" tears."
This little angel, so intent
upon the Master's call...
searched the whole earth over
for fragrant tears of thrall.
Instinctively, she knew that
the cologne to please would be
humble tears of sorrow
from a heart's captivity.
The angel found that which she sought
within the shadow's gloom...
a old woman sat beneath a tree
beside an empty tomb.
Tears of sorrow fell like rain
and washed her weathered face,
tears of loss and deep regret
fell silent in this place.
The tomb by which the woman sat,
none other than her own,
echoed with her empty dreams
and sins she would atone.
The old woman sat awaiting death
all hope had fled her heart...
Life, it seemed had pummeled her...
She yearned, now, to depart.
Her dreams of youth had shattered,
crumbled in her hand...
dreams so pure and innocent
by Fate had been disband...
Time had stolen all her dreams
and left her old and frail...
the tears she wept were sorrow... for
the shame within her tale.
The little angel knew at once
that she had found her mark...
filled her bottle with sweet tears
then back to Heaven did embark.
She presented, with great joy,
The essence of "pure tears"
To the King of all the earth...
a fragrance steeped with years.
Her Master smiled with pleasure
and tasked her one more time...
"Return to where you found these
and fill this heart with rhyme.
Replace these tears with music.
Place My Song within this heart...
So that it may know, indeed,
the "pure" Love these tears impart."
And so the angel, thus, returned
and did as she was bade...
and in her wake lay lavender
a faintest scent that would not fade.
