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.