And though his life is but a memory, It will be held forevermore. There is a time for tears. When your heart is too full of sorrow, they begin to flow, as naturally as rain from heaven. There is a beauty in tears, a rightness about them. They should be shed proudly, for they show how much you have lived and loved and lost.
Tears honor our loved ones.
There is a sacredness about them. Each one is a prayer that only God can hear. The soul could have no rainbows, if our eyes could have no tears. When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.