Years of Tears

Yesterday, both of the other counselors were out in the morning. I had to cover the counseling bases until they returned. A student came down from class...she was not one of mine (last name A-G is me). I listened to her sad story which cannot tell. But, it was sorrowful.

She cried and it made me write this in my journal a few moments ago:

Tears fall like heavy bombs onto my soul
Blasting and burning a deep hole

Her tears were hard and heavy, from years of estrangement. God has an infinite bottle for the tears we cry.

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