Tears

Her vision becomes blurry as small drops of water form,
Gradually growing until they spill over onto her blushed cheek,
Down past the crevices of her mouth and fall onto her lap.

She closes her eyes, the beads of water becoming steady streams;
She lifts her hands to her damp face and drops her head into them.

They fall continually, until it becomes hard to breathe;
A slight gasp, a groan, and then her cries are silent,
so intense that she cannot make a sound.
Her whole body begins to ache as they support her quiet tears,
And she wonders if they will ever stop.

For a moment, perhaps, but they will continue with no immediate end in sight.
They hurt, her body hurts, and her heart breaks.

Her face is now drenched, her hands full of water,
her eyes becoming swollen and raw,
even her clothing is moistened from the tears.

And then He speaks to her, into the silence, out of nowhere.
He doesn’t say that everything will be okay,
He doesn’t tell her to stop, He doesn’t tell her not to worry,
In fact no words are spoken at all.
But His hands stretch out underneath her chin,

And she watches through cloudy eyes,
As her pool of tears trickle down into secure, steady hands.
They are big, and they are weathered, and they are there to catch her tears.

And though the tears keep coming, and the hurt still stings,
His Hands catch every drop that falls,
and it is well.