I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Come, cry with me
“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness.
They are a sign of a pure heart.”
― José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love
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there are times
when tears fall
not for myself
for in spite of some pain I carry
both physically and emotionally
I have been so blessed
No
but there is pain I carry
that is not mine
sometimes I carry it for others, when they cannot carry it
themselves
sometimes I carry pain with others
it is simply something we share
shared pain is an amazing gift
that comes in the midst of grief
and tragedy
you look up and know
that you are not alone
that one
over there
knows, feels,
what you know and feel
something comes loose inside your heart
and hope flies
love gains wings
breath comes
tears flow
like a spring welling up
eternity
is present
so too
God
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