Do tears bring healing or do they stop up the wells of the soul? If the tears eventually dry up, does it mean healing has come or does it mean the heart has solidified? Does it mean we can feel again or does it mean we have stopped feeling? When weeping for those we care for ends, does it mean we care for them less? Is the callous and detached attitude of a Calvinist better than the warm and concerned outlook of a loved one? Detachment allows less pain. Should we desire less pain? Or is detachment a virtue?
God saves through water. Noah and his family were saved through the water. The Israelites fleeing Egypt were saved through the water. We are now saved through the water of baptism.
Are tears another form of salvation? Does healing come through the water of tears? If the eyes are the window of the soul, does water flowing from the eyes draw toxins from the soul like the water of sweat draws toxins from the skin? Or, like a dried up well, empty and offering no life, does the soul begin to die when there are no more tears to draw?
Must the soul cease caring in order for weeping to eventually end or is the soul able to care all the more when weeping eventually ends?
We beg God for an end. Is that really best? But who can stand agony for long? Why does God feel silent? Shouldn’t He be, though? Isn’t it His fault? Or is it mine? Who even knows anymore. Is impassiveness the only respite? Does joy truly come with the morning? How many mornings must first pass?
To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears…,
And why do such maudlin thoughts make one feel a fool?