Tears are holy.
Tears come when we stand
vulnerable before people,
battered,
weary, scared,
our
defenses down.
They come from the flowing of
life’s river through us.
They come from pools of water
welling up within us.
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Thank you for this. So beautiful. Ah, those tears. My only brother & sibling has a recurrence of esophageal cancer. I spoke with him Sunday and he was beginning a new therapeutic regime. Seemed hopeful, although I know what "Hail Mary" cancer treatment is like. Today I learned he's in the hospital. I'm in FL since Tuesday and no one remembered to let me know because he's the one who communicates with me. More tears.Tears that I did not know. Tears my brother is suffering. Tears of impatience that I can't hop in the car and drive 8 hours to be at his side, but have to wait for someone to tell me whether to wait until my Sunday plane home or fly directly and immediately to Boston. Don't yet know enough to decide. Tears of helpless waiting...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elaine. Yes, not only tears over what has happened, but also tears of waiting, tears of not knowing what is happening, tears for someone who is suffering and not knowing what will be demanded of them in the near future. I will hold you in my thoughts and heart over the next few days, and breathe compassion your way.
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