When tears are not released,
The soul forces its way through,
like a poorly dammed-up river.
Expression is as natural as breathing.
Allow lament to wash away the debris of hopelessness
and reveal comfort.
Allow quick squalls of anger to have their say.
Allow tears, contagious with laughter, to water
parched landscapes with joy.
Allow fear to escape in truthful torrents.
Tears erode isolation, intertwine
humans, and declare to a God who hears,
“I need you!”