Br Patrick O’Loughlin, LC
Some tears are shed in silent sympathy,
As friends are wont to offer by embrace.
While others trickling down cheeks blissfully
In fact paint joy’s sublime emotive grace.
We cry beneath the neighbors’ thoughtless knives
That tear tears’ furrows through our flesh and souls,
Quiet I weep and shake my fist ‘gainst life’s
Unfair tall walls which frustrate my life’s goals.
What of the tears of God? Do they exist
In such impassive eyes, eternal seers
Of timeless human woes? But what is this?
Divine-made-man before man’s tomb spills tears…
Cruel lips of sin curling man closed from Heaven’s key –
God too is bound by free rebuffs of his Mercy.
Photo Credit: Jerry Worster