Tears

I’m unsure what these tears mean,

The silent ones

That roll down my cheeks

Gently.

And they strike me

As odd,

Because my heart feels so at ease.

My mind wants to race

With thoughts of fear

And insecurity,

But my soul is quiet,

Still,

At peace.

I’m okay.

I’ll wait.

I’m content to place

My trust in You,

To wait

For Your plan to unfold,

For joys yet untold.

I will place my whole

Broken heart in Your hands

With all the things I can’t quite understand,

And all the things I know

Too well.

Like how weak I am

On my own.

And maybe that’s the point

Of tears like these.

Not so much tears of sorrow

As of surrender and release.

They are the tears of one

Who thought she was strong

And realized,

By the grace of God,

She’s not.

But weakness is worthy of Love.

And that Love

Is where strength comes from.

And she can finally

Let go.

Stephanie M. Frakes

(January 14, 2012)