Tears

Perhaps crying is holy- 

each tear, 

a prayer,

a benediction, 

a quiet plea 

for only you 

to hear.

This is Enough

 It is enough, 

that I have lived 

this small life. 

I have not 

been given trophies, 

but I have 

held a child’s hand.

My name is known 

to so very few, 

but it is always spoken 

with a smile. 

It is enough 

that I have 

fed a neighbor, 

comforted a friend, 

mourned a mentor.

This is enough.