rainy tears

There seem to be so many who are hurting in my world.  

So many freshly broken hearts.  

Some are crying for babies not born.  

Some are crying for babies off to boot camp and six second conversations, 
little boy voices in a grown man's body.  

Some are crying for understanding and mercy, 
grasping for something to explain the explainable.  

He shot himself.  

Three little words that aren't meant to go together, 

they literally pierce the heart. 

Some are saying goodbye to their lover for the last time, 

their casket creaking down into open earth. 
While others are trying to raise their lover from the dead.
Revive their marriage, 
caught in cardiac arrest.

This rainy day seems appropriate, 
the clouds mourning with us. 

How do we live in the midst of all this sadness?  

How are we not swallowed whole? 

I'm sure there's a nice verse I could quote and 
there would be truth within it, 
however, it's the daily walking out that now must be done, 
the crawling through.  

The learning to breathe again. 

And I have to believe that they are not unnoticed, 
that their suffering and their staggering and their lostness is not in vain. 
I will believe that He is near to them,
 just as He promised to be.

"If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there; if you're kicked in the gut he'll help you catch your breath."

Psalm 34:18

Wherever you find your heart today, may there be a glimmer of hope that catches your eye, lifting you up, even if just a little. 

"Sadness flies away on the wings of time."

  ~Jean de La Fontaine~