posted on Apr, 7 2018 @ 10:24 PM
When she is angry the world trembles. When she is bitter the world turns cold. When she is happy the world blossoms. When she is sad tears fall from
the sky. Her sadness is unbound. It crept near her on steely legs and lay with her unwanted. To stop its advance if her body had been a catapult she
would have slung her soul upon it.
“Enough,” she cried but its grasp held firm. “Leave me to my thoughts,” she begged. What began as a demand witnessed her voice waver, lose its
resolve, and end in a desperate plea. She lowered her head trembling, and waited. Caught in the downpour of her own sorrows it was a single tear
clinging to the end of a lock of her hair that caught her eye.
In that moment's observation time nearly stood still. Tears still falling seemed to pass so slowly it was as if they were blessed with bouyancy by
the very air through which they fell. The tear clinging to the end of a lock of her hair seemed to be struggling. Her heart went out to it, bolstered
it, encouraged it to remain strong. Her hopes were somehow tied to the tenacity of that single tear. For a brief moment she felt hope. And the tear
slipped free and began to fall. Her heart seemed to sink with the falling tear toward the inevitable. As it passed her eye ever so slowly, within it
she saw a prism of possibility. The struggle of the tear had not been to cling to the lock of hair but to break free. In its passing she saw pure joy.
And her tears still passing by were now realized to be tears of joy. Each a wish come true.
Whereas in darkness light becomes more easily detected so then does sorrow make ready the discovery of joy. Do not fear sadness. Dance in the rain.