There is a sacredness in tears.
They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues.
They are the messengers of overwhelming grief,
of deep contrition, of unspeakable love.
I am reminded of the Tao— “both named and nameless”— eloquent and mysterious in its reverence for life. Such is the “sacredness in tears” that “speaks more eloquently than 10,000 tongues.”
Tears fall into crevices long forgotten or never explored. Water is the giver of life; tears restore. What can be more sacred–more reverent–than these messengers of love and loss?
I’m quick to associate tears with grief and contrition–a cleansing–it is only in my later years that I know the joy of tears, their unspeakable love—for me, more nameless than named.
Such love is the source of sacredness to which all tears flow. It is a river of joy, the source of…
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