Cry a Little

Have you ever thought much about your tears - how they swell around your heart and fall from flooded eyes? Ever wonder why they feel so good no matter what may have summoned them here? When you feel them rising upward, through the marrow of your soul, breath in, breath out - take it in ... and cry a little. Tears of joy or tears of pain will wash your soul with heaven's rain. 

My father sang a song when I was small. I loved it then; I love it still. The sound of that music carries me home to roots in the south - to a time long ago. One line sings, "Don't let Satan see your tears. Learn to smile through your fears." Now that I have grown into a different kind of man, it don't matter who sees these tears. They've cleansed my heart over many years. 

The best of all the crying times have come my way in moments of truth. From out of the blue, my chest has been filled to an overflow - the feel of bursting forth - too much inside. I've called those moments the "bubbly warm glow". Nothing can replace it - nothing feels the same. You'll know it when it happens - in the still of night or middle of the day. My best advice - when truth shows up, or you're feeling down and brittle, is to cry, children, cry a little.

For My Children,

Pappy