No, this isn’t about weakness.

 

No, this isn’t about weakness.

Someday these tears in your eyes won’t feel like bullets loaded into the chamber of a gun anymore. They will feel like delicate blue eggs trembling right before they hatch.

Someday tears of yours will smell like sweet vanilla french toast on the griddle.

Someday your tears will be a salty waterfall of all of the sunshine and all of the thunder and all of the courage and all of the grace and all of the redemption that has ever existed in your story.

Someday your tears will form rosary beads between your fingers and saints of old will line up to help you count your prayers.

Someday scientists will study your tears under microscopes to observe the unmistakable DNA of how you survived the dark night hidden inside of them.

Someday you won’t hold back your tears anymore and you will become a fountain of raw human authenticity that dreamers will throw coins in.

Someday a tear is going to slide off the slope of your nose down onto the soil beneath your bare toes - and if you stand really still, an hour later you will be planted in the middle of a rosebush.

Someday a robot will be asked to cry to prove that it has a soul because I can’t think of any other way to figure that out.

Someday while you are softly crying during a funeral you will feel an invisible hand lace itself inside of yours. Then an unseen voice will whisper in your ear “Baby, we go on and on and on.”

Someday instead of shaking hands at the start of a conversation we will just rest our palms on each other’s cheeks and feel the grooves that the tears have formed in our faces hum for one another.

Someday my tears will sing “Amazing Grace” while they pour down my cracked and wrinkled face.

Someday when our souls leave our bodies our spirits will float up to heaven on a wave consisting of every single tear that we have ever produced.

Someday we won’t cry when relationships end, but we sob at the very moment they begin.

Someday the best lesson you will ever learn will come from a single fat daddy teardrop that is resting somewhere between your cheek and chin.

No, this isn’t about weakness. Tears are the strongest element I know.

~ john roedel

Art by The Art of Jennifer Yoswa

Source: Facebook - John Roedel