Please See Me Through My Tears
there will come one day
There will come a day
October 19, 2020
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Macrina Weiderkehr’s reflection
October 19, 2020
there will come one day
There will come a day
October 19, 2020
macrina's reflection
Macrina Weiderkehr’s reflection
October 19, 2020
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Please See Me Through My Tears


From Parting Is Not Goodbye, by Kelly Osmont

You asked, “How are you doing?”
As I told you, tears came to my eyes…
and you looked away
and quickly began to talk again.
All the attention you had give me drained away.

“How am I doing?”
I do better when people listen,
though I may shed a tear or two.
This pain is indescribable.
If you’ve never known it,
you cannot fully understand.
Yet I need you.
When you look away.
When I’m ignored.
I am alone with it.
Your attention means more than you can ever know
.
Really, tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They’re nature’s way of helping me to heal…
They relieve some of the stress of sadness.

I know you fear that asking how I’m doing brings me sadness…but you are wrong.
The memory of my child’s death will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
My tears make my pain more visible to you, but you did not give me the pain…
It was already there.

When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless, not knowing what to do?
You are not helpless,
And you don’t need to do a thing but be there.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
You’ve helped me.
You need not speak. Your silence as I cry is all I need.
Be patient…do not fear.

Listening with your heart to “how I am doing” relieves the pain,
For when the tears can freely come and go, I feel lighter.
Talking to you releases what I’ve been wanting to say aloud.
Clearing space for a touch of joy in my life.

I’ll cry for a minute or two
…and then I’ll wipe my eyes,
and sometimes you’ll even find I’m laughing later.

When I hold back tears,
my throat grows tight,
my chest aches,
my stomach knots…
because I’m trying to protect you from my tears.
Then we both hurt…me,
because my pain is held inside,
a shield against our closeness
…and you, because suddenly we’re distant.

So please take my hand and see me through my tears…
then we will always be close.