Welcoming the tears

Hey there, tears. 

Welcome. 

Come on in. I've left a little light on for you in my heart and the coffee is brewing in the kitchen. 

Let's sit down at the table. 

Rest your hand on mine. 

When he died I was afraid of you. 

Afraid to open my heart. 

Afraid to be vulnerable. 

Afraid to let you, tears, run down my cheeks and land on the ground. 

I was afriad that if I cried too much I would wither away. 

I was afriad that letting you out meant I was weak. 

I was wrong, tears. 

You have healed me. 

You have cleansed my soul. 

Once I learned this......I was set free. 

Tears are love. 

When I feel you coming on......when my eyes start to fill with your sweetness.....I allow it. 

I no longer fight you. 

I fall into the emotions. 

I learn from your wisdom. 

Each time you knock on my door....

I turn on the little kitchen light. 

I push the coffee pot on. 

I open the door and welcome you in. 

Hey there, tears. 

Come sit with me and wash me clean.