I collected my tears
In a dry coconut shell.
You know They glittered in the sunshine.
My tears are diamonds.
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In tears, I raise my eyes
to the high mountains
crying to my God:
Would you help me?
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I took my coconut shell,
placed inside it, a thin plastic sheet.
At the midnight hours
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I sat to collect my tears
in an earthern cup
and hid it carefully
behind my smiling mask.
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Under the blue sea
deep down
i sat in a cave.
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I want to cry
but I cannot.
I searched for tears
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I have seeds in my soul.
It will burst into flowers
only in the rain of tears.
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Dry my Tears!
My heart cries out to you,
oh Lord, my God.
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The tears of the poor
are too hot.
It will burn your face.
It will burn your hands.
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In the moments
of sufferings
on a difficult season
of the events
...
Today a therapist
colleague who
does remarkable
work with military
...
She was like Mary
Magdalene at the tomb,
in a sort of blindness,
overcome with grief,
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God is there with you always
to wipe away your tears.
Believe in the presence
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In the forest
I heard occult cries.
But I walked all alone
believing in my God
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Be warm hearted.
Your smile is your heavenly invitation.
A human being without a smile
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I collected my tears.
They were diamonds.
The whole night i cried.
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From the valley i cried.
God heard my cry.
God came to the top of the mount
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