There is a sound, God,
when grief spills from the corner of an eye,
and stains the earth with its wetness.
It is not a quiet sound,
although it may be difficult to hear,
and it is not a strange sound;
we know its compelling rhythms all too well,
because it is, after all, the sound of your voice.
You fill every tear with your nail-scarred presence,
and breathe into every gasp,
your comforting Spirit.
And in every broken voice, you call,
inviting us to find you
in the weeping.
Thank you for the grace that shouts
in the pain of our world,
and that teaches us to listen for life
in the sound of tears.
