When we’re swamped in the mess of life, tears are enough.
They sate the spirit’s desire for absolution at the behest of the irreconcilable.
Tears are requiem enough for the losses we endure.
Frankly, they’re all we have — they emend misplaced guilt, and most guilt is misplaced, because it’s often the sanctity of love gone wrong. Sometimes we make mistakes because we love. We certainly grieve because we love.
In adjusting to life as it happens, today, know that the tears of a trillion flecks of emotion are always enough.
Then, healing commences, remains... continues.
Slowly God is known; the humble peace that transcribes understanding into language we can partake of.
We nod quietly in agreement — our worlds are a mess, but God stands by us. Tears are the Lord’s gift for coping, adjusting to, and honouring such a confused and often overwhelming life.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.