Tears, Ugly Crying

Tears, Ugly Crying.

Tears can be soft and tender.

Those that are like memories leaking down.

Those are the ones that bring cleansing to the soul.

And those are the tears that usually,

not always,

but usually lead to a smile.

And then,

there are the Tears that are nothing less than Ugly Crying.

The storm that comes when Fear, Grief, and Loneliness collide all at once.

When I have done all the holding-it-together I can do for now.

When the other rocking chair is empty.

When there’s only 1 coffee cup.

But yet.

The Lantern stays lit.

Rain runs down my cheeks in a torrent.

My heart breaks open and the River rushes out.

And somehow, through the Tears of Ugly Crying . . .

I know.

There is light beyond the storm.