It's okay to cry!

When asked to compose a voice poem I thought 'that's easy". Then came the punch line; the voice must be someone’s other than mine. I laughed because that made it even easier as I did not have to give my voice airtime and at the same time there was a chance to wear another’s moccasin for a while, even though in this case, in my imagination!

I also used that as a chance to give voice to the cry of the ‘stronger gender’ who suffer much silent pain, choked tears, repressed emotions and quiet desperation, when faced with life's hullabaloo. Granted, I have very little idea of the burden of being machoman or superman; all I know is the human spirit is not made of stone, steel or even bones. After all, even Jesus groaned and sweated during his bone-tired weariness and mental agony.

Standing like a tall oak tree when life’s storms are inviting one to bend like a reed, only collapses the ego’s defenses, sometimes with devastating consequences. This 'big boys don't cry' syndrome is robbing men of their fairer sex persona and to me, that's not fair.

So here’s to everyone who needs to embrace the softer side of being human:

Just As You Are…Come

Here I am I have been waiting for you
I have so much to ask I have a lot to share
You got lot of explaining to do
Why is this happening to me? I have great reason

Would you do something?

I am surprised at you
I know how you feel

Is that how you care
More than you can ever know

Do you even care?
I am so angry with you, God
My love for you will never fade

Whatever…

Wife perished, children gone astray
Lost everything, filed for bankruptcy
What more do you plan to take away Bring me all your cares and fears

Nothing makes sense
Where are you in all this? I know it’s hard to imagine
Is that a punishment? I discipline
For what now… lack of faith? All will make sense one day
You expect me to believe that? Your brokenness, brokeness is real
Is that all you have to say?
Is that supposed to help? I understand your pain

Are you even there? Believe it or not I am listening
Keeping talking to me
Tell me exactly how you feel
Stay with me awhile

Well you gonna have to do better than that
I need more than that now Then ask, my child, for what it is you need

I have no clue how to pray right now
You are doing just that

Really?

You are not mad at me
For feeling the way I do? I call that honesty
Saying “ oh it’s okay”
Would be far from the truth
I can’t say I am okay yet
But I feel relieved I am here to comfort you
For that I can now say thank you
Just as you are…come