The world feels like it’s drowning in sorrow. Swallowed up in multiplying misery. Weighed down with weariness.
We weep for refugees, for the homeless, rootless and lost.
We cry because we share a common humanity and deep down we’re all wounded as can be.
And it seems so insufficient somehow, when all we can offer is our shared tears and desperate prayers.
But still we lament for the broken, weep for the wounded and weak, and cry out for the hurting.
They are large in number and feeble of voice, often silent or silenced despite their plight being daily news.
Then we remember the Man of Sorrows who holds all our tears, weeps alongside us.
Our God full of crying love cries out that he is listening and loving and staying beside us.
Weeping Spirit seeks to offer solace and consolation while sitting in the dust and ashes with us.
We see that we are not as alone as we may feel. We are accompanied in our loss. We are given room to breathe and believe again.
God is here. He sees and he cares, far more than we can fully know or understand.
He brings peace to hearts full of pain, hope to the helpless, comfort to the lost, and renewal to the rootless.
And we learn how to sit with them too, accompany others in their distress, knowing there’s a time to weep and a time to act.
there is no limit
to your crying Love
poured out amongst
And as you grieve
for the sons of men
our tears also water
dry and dying earth
Each drop glistens
bright as living reminder
of redemption’s Light
and Hope breaks out
with hosanna shouts
ushering in new birth
“God will wipe every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more, neither shall there be anguish (sorrow and mourning) nor grief nor pain any more, for the old conditions and the former order of things have passed away” Revelation 21:4 (Amplified)