Through my tears, I see you.
I know you.
You love me.
My heart breaks with each love song,
Hallmark commercial,
Soccer game, and Bat Mitzvah.
I cry and shout.
I beg.
You hide.
Silent.
Watching, waiting,
Moving pieces into place?
Or working on something else?
I keep myself too busy to notice;
to feel;
to cry.
Until You corner me,
make me sit. stay.
You stir my wounds,
make me bleed.
You say it will be okay.
There is a reason.
There is a plan.
Through my tears I see You.
I hear You.
I trust, because You love me.
So, I hope.
