• Melanie Boutiette

Tears


"Tears have a language of their own..."

Tears-

I used to quench them

Like unwelcomed strangers

Invading my world

And intruding on my heart.


Tears-

I used to dam them up

Lest the torrent be released

And its ensuing deluge

Flood my soul.

Tears-

I used to hide them

Because I thought them

Shameful, weak displays

Of emotion and vulnerability.


Tears-

I used to stop them

For fear I would lose control

And lose my heart

As I drowned in a well of sorrow.


Tears-

I’ve learned are not my enemy

But rather a friend.


Tears-

Are the displays of sorrow

When grief has no words.


Tears-

Are the expressions of compassion

When the heart knows another’s pain.


Tears-

Have a language of their own

When words are not enough.


Tears-

Are the waters poured forth

To become life-giving waters to others.


Tears-

Have become the river of compassion

From whence the Living Waters start and flow.


Tears-

I have tasted.


Tears-

I have known.


Tears-

I cannot stop

Or quench or hide

Nor dam them up.


Tears-

Are but simple expressions

Of the heart

And the heart of God.




(Dedicated to my friend, Joy Prisching for the sudden, untimely death of her husband, Rick. Instead of the party they had planned, today is a life celebration in honor of Rick Prisching: August 7, 2022. May God grant you and your son, Ben, peace.)