Tear Catcher


How many more miles…left in this Valley of Baca?  No horizon in sight, blurry eyes. Manufactured tears? I think not. They flow like no tomorrow.


Oh turn back oh time, turn back! Linger a little longer and taste the memory of care!!

The salt cleanses and purifies; yet sorrow knocks gently echoing the pounding of my heart.

Comfort approaches awakens awareness of His presence, not wiping away, but rather catching and containing each of the preciousness drops as liquid gold plops into that crystal vase of mine only mine, handmade by the lifter of my head and the healer of my heart, my creator who knew of today, and prepared to meet me here, there, wherever where.

Tears welcome here.

It’s okay to cry here.

Still here.



Tiptoe tears. Tiptoe.

Hold me.


As promised.


Look …there are pools!







Please take a moment of silence to remember loss of loved ones, their families and those of us that remain in the land of the living on this tragic day in history.

When I posted this, it was the eve of September 10, 2014 in my time zone. I woke aghast to see that it shows September 11, 2014….talking about ice cream…banging my head on the desk and holding my heart.***