Those who go out weeping,
bearing the seed for sowing,
shall come home with shouts of joy,
carrying their sheaves.
Your troubles, soul,
lament but do not regret.
They are your resurrection grave.
Only a broken heart is strong enough
to walk this path, for only a broken heart
is open enough to receive the light.
Your tears water the soil
of compassion and courage.
They are the flowing of God in you.
Your sorrow is Christ’s manger
where the Beloved lays
their tenderness for the world,
weeping in you, that love be made flesh,
the taking-in of this whole world
in loving delight,
born in pain and labor,
the opening of the heart like a womb,
born as joy.
December 7, 2020