healing

Oh for the tears which flow down in traces

crying out when will this end, when will the pain stop,

when will we not feel empty, alone on this path.

The Psalmist fits the words so well,

"You have given me the bowl of tears to drink"

and yet in the deepest stillness of grief

comes the realization that You drink right along with me.

Somewhere deep within this is not a grieving alone,

but in tandem with all that has passed

all that is to come.

The tears in silence are shared, communially

Drunk by strangers near and far

different griefs or woes,

but never alone.

So the soul wakens to a deep

healing touch of faith.

Knowing it is not in isolated corners

off by itself.  Held in the hands of

all the tears the world has shed.