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.