I cry. Sometimes once a week, certainly more often than many might find socially acceptable. I hide it and feel ashamed of it most of the time. The prevailing norm is that men don’t cry. In truth, that is utter baloney. Men cry, and they should do it whenever they need. It is a release, a relief, a catharsis, an emotional explosion that is far less destructive than violence and far more constructive than repression. And today, I received a new perspective on tears from Courageous Dear Heart.
Whether tears of sorrow or tears of joy, they are prayers. What? Tears are prayers? Well, yes. Why not? They contain the raw emotion, the need, the unfettered joy, that pours from us. If you believe that your prayers are heard no matter how they are offered (and I do), then tears are an excellent delivery system. They rise from the heart and soul of each of us. When we are devastated or inspired or moved, they pour forth unbidden. I admit I cannot hold them back if I tried. Is that weakness? Well, we are all human and have weaknesses, but I am not sure tears equal weakness. Have you ever experienced the power of someone who you have known to be stoic or cold cracking their armor or lower their mask just enough to allow you in? It takes a special strength to drop all those protections and appear before humanity vulnerable and real. So be confident that your tears are not wasted, do not merely fall and evaporate. They have meaning and effect even when they are private.
Fear not, friends. Allow your emotions to flow, do not be ashamed of being human. Embrace the courage and comfort of liquid prayers.