the heavens wept with me
I’ve cried as often as the earth has rained, perhaps enough to fill a lake.
I’ve never met an angel or had the veil part way to see a bit of my Mother,
and sometimes, I have felt so alone.
But when the sky shades dark and Her clouds swell blue with sorrow,
I feel Her cry on me and watch Her break over me and I see that She is weak like me,
and I know, I am not alone.