The Color of Our Tears
So many different tears fall throughout a lifetime. Each one holds its own weight, its own meaning. Some are born from joy so deep it overflows, others from sorrow that carves its way through the soul. There are tears of longing, of release, of gratitude too immense for words. There are tears shed in the quiet, when no one is watching, and those that fall freely in the presence of love.
Life, in all its fullness, is an unfolding of experiences that shape us, mold us, awaken us. And the tears we shed, these small, shimmering drops are proof that we have truly felt it all. They are God’s way of showing us that we are alive, that we understand something deeper than words can express.
If I could gather all the tears of a lifetime and place them in a glass bowl, I wonder what colors they would take. Would the sorrowful ones be deep shades of blue, heavy with loss? Would the ones of laughter be golden, catching the light? Would the lonely ones be pale, nearly invisible, yet still present?
And then there would be the tears of love. The ones that fell in moments of deep connection, of selfless giving, of overwhelming presence. The ones shed in prayer, in surrender, in quiet knowing. I imagine these tears would hold the most radiant hues, perhaps the richest crimson, the softest rose, or a shimmering silver that reflects eternity itself.
More than sorrow, more than joy, love would be the color that fills the bowl the most. Because love is the thread that weaves through every experience, the ache of missing someone, the beauty of holding them close, the moments of seeing God in the simplest of things. Love is what lingers when all else fades.
And so, our tears are not just moments passing through us. They are sacred. They are the language of the soul, a whisper from God reminding us that we are truly living. And what greater gift is there than to feel, to express, to be so deeply connected to life that it overflows from us?
Let the tears come when they need to. Let them paint the story of a life well-lived. And when we look back, may we see that love was the color that shined through it all.
