It's Okay To Cry

Sitting alone in your room tonight, thinking about your life so far, and suddenly you cry.
You cry for your family, and those departed, for they are gone, you see.
You cry for your church, and God, the father, Jesus our savior, and every other.
You cry for the homeless, the sick, the dying, the heartbroken, the lovesick, the lonely, the grieving, the sad, the depressed, the scared, the broken.
And you cry for no reason at all.
Your bedroom door opens, and a brightened figure in a white robe enters. They come and sit on your bed. You reach out, and they pull you close, and slowly you wrap your tender arms around them. There are no words spoken. But maybe there doesn't have to be.