An undertow of tears

dragging thoughts at first,

Then emotions burst

In a tumbler of sorrow.

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Blessed are mourns

Curled under and away.

Sit ashore with me, stay.

Let’s embrace our humanity.

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Oh, ocean, receive our

Drops of brokenness.

And on your openness

We shall pray.

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“Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing praise.” James 5:13