Tears
by Sue Fulmore
TEARS
Those salty tears,
that spill over lashes and
leave trails along cheeks
and soak pillows at night—
each one, we are told is precious,
collected by God,
stored and recorded.
I marvel at this God
who collects and carries
a body’s response to
life’s hardest moments.
When we are most hollowed,
our tears are held and hallowed.
I wonder if,
in the restoration of all things,
those tears become an ocean
teaming with new life.
I wonder if the waves of this new sea
continue to roll over us,
restoring all that has been lost,
over, and over, and over again.
(Based on Psalm 56:8, Joel 2:25, Rev. 5:8)