Where Do God's Tears Gather?
Where do God’s tears gather,
when he weeps for you?
His lost child,
that collects the shards of their soul
and slings his rusty chains over a scarred shoulder,
the same shoulders that crack and ache
from the weight of the world.
Where do his tears gather
for your lost innocence,
as you cry on wet earth?
The same earth that feeds and breathes life,
now cradles you in this little death,
and where the sound of music
has gone silent to listen
to your tears.
Where can his tears gather
that could hold such a surplus
of empathy?
For you, little child, that had happiness,
only to have it ripped away
so quick,
so, unbearably, quick
that it only leaves you empty.
What could ever hold such a burden?
Such a waterfall,
of a God who can only watch,
but wants to instead hold,
to comfort,
to cherish.
Why…
They gather in the earth's soil,
the deep chasms and
the darkened crevices,
the abyss of the world.
And they join together,
not one left out,
not one that takes away,
not one thats wayward or forgotten.
And in those tears,
the pain,
the sadness,
...is Life.
Where the mother whale
and her calf’s cries echo,
it feeds the hungry fish,
and occupies the shark.
The seaweeds sway to its song,
the starfish takes comfort
in its cool caress,
and the dolphins play
in its joyful waves.
God’s tears gather here,
In the shade of deep blue,
so calming,
so soft,
that one can’t help but think…
how beautiful.