Tears,

It seems I weep a lot lately. A LOT. That should be no surprise, as my siblings tell me that they would sing to me in my crib, "poor lil lamb has lost his way..." just to watch me cry. I remember once on the edge of a race riot in high school I stood watching the fighting and violence and crying. Coach Willie (wrestling) came up to me and said, "Man, why cry? You can't change everything in this world." Last week I wept over the death of Robin Williams, then the death of a young black man in Missouri, then over the police officer and his family who had made the fatal, fateful decision to use his weapon. Last week I wept over the closing of a program in my local church because it is labor intensive and we folks who have grown older and tireder are simply worn out. Last week I fell off a ladder, it hurt, but I cried more when the call came that my grand daughter had fallen and was being taken to the E.R. to have her elbow x-rayed (no broken bones thankfully). And the news continues of violence in Missouri, and I weep. I watch my grand girls start school and I weep. Coach Willie's words still echo in my mind, "you can't change everything" and still forty plus years later, I weep. Can my words, my actions change ANYthing? I've reached out to folks with that horrible inner illness, just like Robin Williams, and then I've said words at their graveside, and gone home to weep. Racism is still rampant. I suppose tears are the price I pay for living and caring. I think I'll go home now, put on some music. Pray for our world, and hope I don't leak too much down my cheek. Where is that cd of John Lennon, Imagine? Yes that's the one. And then Eric Clapton, no tears in heaven... ... poor lil lamb has lost his way, bah, bah, bah... SoulSongWriter