Life comes with tears. Life does not shelter us from the pain of loss, or the emptiness of unfairness. But without tears, we wouldn't understand life. We would be a shell, closed, hidden, trapped inside ourselves, dead.Here is a gift from our friend Karen in Tennessee that captures this better than I can explain it:
Some say you're lucky
By Gregory Orr
Some say you're lucky
If nothing shatters it.
But then you wouldn't
Understand poems or songs.
You'd never know
Beauty comes from loss.
It's deep inside every person:
A tear tinier
Than a pearl or thorn.
It's one of the places
Where the beloved is born.
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