Tears of Healing

At the canvas,I stand as I am,present to the rising,in communion with Divine Love. Quiet pulses in my ears,sadness rolls down —a lost whisper emerges,trickles down my cheek.Wet faded memory. Why am I crying — again?My instinct is to berate myself,apologize for me being me,dismiss the emotion.Today, I choose different. I rest in the pause.Here, I find the voice of tears. They hum,“Feel me. See me.I am part of you.Why hide me? Why hold me in?If you wipe at me too quickly,you’ll never have access tothe blessing I bring. If others don’t welcome your tears,this is not your concern. Afterall,…