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.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Tears
“Tears are words that need to be written.”
Paulo Coelho
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the tears do no always come
they do not flow from my eyes and down my face
to be blown away by the wind
to join the tears of the Sacred
falling from heaven
but they are there
a cry of the heart
a rending of the soul
there is so much pain out there
and thus
so much pain in here
people divided
angry, hateful
driven by words unwritten and unspoken
into acts of essential selfishness
into fearful acts of
brutality
and casual violence
pain not shared become
that which separates and divides
yet pain
and tears shared
become the bridge
across which compassion and love walk
across which God walks
to make
all things new
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