River of Tears

 

Your death brings tears of grief and despair,

That course down my face and into my soul.

Once healed, my tears are longing to share,

They join tears of others whose lives take their toll.

 

From hardships and losses come lessons and pain,

As that river of tears ebbs and flows.

It grows with new sorrow, it swells in the rain

Cutting new paths wherever it goes

 

The river of tears grows with each stumble and fall,

The river’s a journey designed from above,

A journey toward joy, a gift for us all.

The river is holy, the river is Love.

 

 

 

 

–Mama