#MicroblogMondays:When Sorrow Comes

When sorrow comes, my daughter

Let it wash over you;

It will break your heart

But will not knock you down.

 

Let your tears come

Don't stem the tide:

 

Ebb and flow

 

Ebb and flow.

 

For this is how it is:

Your father and I made a house for you

And how glad we are that

YOU came to inhabit it!

 

But you inherited tears as well as laughter -

What more can we do, than bear

All THIS with you?

 

And yet, and yet -

 

When joy floats by on butterfly wings,

And brushes against you,

 

Welcome her.

 

Allow your healing

Allow happiness a new place.

 

Know that a heart that is broken

Mends softer, and

Enlarged.

 

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