Rivers of the Sacred #372

Rivers of the Sacred In silent sanctuaries deep within, Where tears like sacred rivers flow, A divine whisper in the din: Tears are Sacred—this we know. Not frail droplets, but prayers in disguise, Bridging grief with love's unending skies, Carrying our silent pleas on high, Where soul meets the infinite, eye to eye. Scripture's solace under starlit veils, "My tears have been my food," the psalmist wails. Even Jesus, in His walk among men, Wept, His tears a divine amen. Promises of dawn in Revelation's breath, God's touch to dry each tear, defeating death. Sorrow, pain, and mourning flee, Old worlds fade, we're finally free. Tears on the cross, life's love confessed, In weeping, our souls find rest. "God of the living," Jesus proclaimed, In tears, our spirits are reclaimed. The Spirit dwells, a flame within, Reminding us of what has always been. Our journey, lit by this holy spark, Illuminates the path from dawn to dark. Tears, not of defeat but strength's refrain, A testament to love, to life's sweet gain. In this sacred dance, joy and sorrow blend, Leading us home, where all tears end. So let us share this journey, bold and vast, In tears and laughter, our lots are cast. Together, in the light of sacred streams, We'll find our way, where salvation gleams. Written by Steven G. Lee (February 22, 2024)