Like a little drop of morning dew on young green leaves, tears can be beautiful. They can be a sign of deep love for one another. They are shed in joy and happiness.
Like the few drops of rain falling on the parched land, tears can bring out pain. They can be a sign of deep anguish and loss. They are shed in sorrow and grief.
Like the flow of water pouring out of a punctured balloon, tears can be pressure and emotion released. They can be a sign of deep hurt and feelings. They are shed when we feel wronged.
But tears are not always shed….
Like the water rising in the cracks of the canyon, tears are held back, by fear, by shame, by our insecurity.
Like the shimmer of the placid ice lake, tears can be just glazed eyes, hiding our emotions, protecting us from public glare
But when tears are truly shed, they are pearls from our eyes, …..
Not to be wasted on emotions that are shallow Not to cry for people who don’t matter, for judgements that are not relevant.
To be shed in abundance, and with gusto, and with free flow, ….
For the love and loss of dear ones, for happiness and grief that knows no bounds.
Tears are so beautiful, so precious … like those basra pearls, to be treasured, to be reserved, for special people, and special moments ….