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station 8: lament

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Hear our prayers

For all who’ve been told to stop crying.

For all who’ve been told their tears

were ugly, shameful, ridiculous.

For all who’ve sucked back tears.

Who’ve held them

in their locked hearts.

For all who cannot stop crying. 

For all who don’t know

how holy their tears are.

Hear our lament.

Motherless Child - The Many feat. Leslie Michele

BLESSING FOR THE BROKEN HEARTED
by Jan Richardson

 

Let us agree

for now

that we will not say

the breaking

makes us stronger

or that it is better

to have this pain

than to have done

without this love.

Let us promise

we will not

tell ourselves

time will heal

the wound,

when every day

our waking

opens it anew.

Perhaps for now

it can be enough

to simply marvel

at the mystery

of how a heart

so broken

can go on beating,

 

as if it were made

for precisely this—

as if it knows

the only cure for love

is more of it,

as if it sees

the heart’s sole remedy

for breaking

is to love still,

as if it trusts

that its own

persistent pulse

is the rhythm

of a blessing

we cannot

begin to fathom

but will save us

nonetheless.