Most tears are fertile in a

Womb deemed barren

By centuries of confusion and despair

Where love and hate diffuse themselves

Amidst the sun and stars

And a sullen earth pleads for a gentler heart to

Mend its wounds.

A simple moment of gratitude

Please bestow upon brethren

An intimacy you are frightened of

A loneliness shared amongst the many

Whose rebirth becomes your birth over and over again.

Your tears ache and pray with each movement

Of your soul

Beating as every light and every darkness

Passes through the very portal of your womb.

Forgive until those tears know kindness.

Man or woman

We all give birth to each other.

A paradise of gratitude

Breathing out the iniquities

Breathing in the grace.

One tear at a time.

A fertile awakening.

One that only gratitude can comprehend.