And the creation knelt before her Creator.
She had finally fallen to her knees.
After so long in searching, she discovered there was
No point to do so in the first place.
But it had been so long since she stood before her Creator.
From memory, she spoke the little she knew.
The little she knew of how she used to speak to Him before sin.
The simplest of words, the greatest of thoughts.
Then came a tear. Just a single tear.
She has not cried for so long.
The tears she was used to were tears of anguish
From the bitterness and wretchedness of her soul.
The impurity of it all.
She could not bear the pain anymore,
She stopped searching,
She stood still in front of the world
The way unknown; and the emptiness with no protection from attack.
Then came a tear, after so long.
It dropped the realization of a love given so strong,
It could spill forth from her so easily.
The tear was a gift from her Creator.
A symbol of love and peace,
Those, the Creator showed,
Were as pure as a single tear from a humbled soul.
Adaudo Anyiam-Osigwe – From her book of poems – A Little Understanding Poems from the End of Childhood to the Beginning of Adulthood