I’m grateful for tears. They can cleanse the soul and provide relief for a weary heart They can be a release for built up emotions, a vent. Those who find it hard to cry might have other ways of release.
Todays prose is about tears and a response to what many of us have experienced, just this past week and past months.
A fresh deposit of tears
Somewhere
In heavenly realms
is a lake.
The One who created tears
collects them
one by one
and some weeks there is a river
of weeping.
There are tears that come
from unexpected goodbyes
the sacred home-going’s of
precious elders
who are released from earthly pain.
Tears that well up
at injustice, murder
Played out in real life
on our TV screens.
Tears mingled with others
in shared suffering
Crying with those who weep,
Grieving with those who grieve,
Struggling with those who struggle
Feeling the pain of cancer
and all matter of ailments.
A fresh deposit of tears.
Tears of weariness for
the pandemic that shakes the world,
that brings me to my knees.
The virus plagues the heart
Before it ever,
if ever
attacks the body.
And so I shed my tears
and make another deposit
comforted by a God Who weeps.
Who collects tears.
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8
Rose
Photo by Grace
