The world is filled with tears.
They spring from eyes emotion-swollen,
running down the cheeks
across the bare or stubbled chin.
The world is filled with tears.
The fountains spray their eloquence,
responding to the pains of circumstance,
of body or of mind,
of tearing of the fragile soul.
The world is filled with tears.
From other eyes the liquid leaps for joy
like ocean spray and seething foam,
a coruscating rainbow of delight.
The world is filled with tears.
Oh, Holy One, I do not pray
for you to dry our tears today,
but that we weep, relieved of fear.
Oh, let these be our tears.
The image is a detail of the figure of Mary Magdalene in the sculpture The Entombment of Christ in the Church of St. Martin, Arc-en-Barrois, France. Photo by User:Vassil – File:Sépulcre_Arc-en-Barrois_111008_12.jpg, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16942922.
ordainedgeek 
Thank you so much.
Thank you for the inspiration, Maren.
This morning I keep crying. And hope for this stanza:
Oh, Holy One, I do not pray
for you to dry our tears today,
but that we weep, and face our fear.
Oh, let these be our tears.
Perhaps we’ll see another day for those tears. Today, not so much.
No, depression in the casual use is very prevalent with all the “can’t-do-anything even the dishes” symptoms but I know two people with clinical depression need their medical resources.
I’d say the political process should not aggravate clinical depression, but I’d be lying to say it doesn’t. I’ve heard a fair amount of fear from people in groups who could be targeted. Fear and depression is a terrible thing.
Exactly … shouldn’t but it does. And plain old do not want to get out of bed depression. Lots of folks were there yesterday.