Van Morrison – Sometimes We Cry

‘There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love’ (Washington Irving)

‘Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified,
I put my fingers to the glass,
And bowed my head and cried’ (Bob Dylan – I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine)

Sometimes we cry. Sometimes we don’t know why. Sometimes (though we are loath to admit it) we know exactly why.

Sometimes we know we are about to cry. Sometimes the hot tears overwhelm us in an instant.

Sometimes we cry when we read, or write, a tear stained letter.

Sometimes we cry when the hearse carries our loved one away.

We knew that would happen one day, even thought ourselves prepared for it, yet we learn that no one is ever truly prepared for such an emotional earthquake.

Sometimes when we unexpectedly catch a glimpse of ourselves in the mirror we find ourselves surprised by tears of shame and regret.

Sometimes we cry tears of pure joy – remember the day your child was born? The day you got married?

The day that dream that you feared would never be more than a dream became miraculously true!

Sometimes we cry because with sickening finality we know that dream is over, over.

Sometimes we cry not believing just how stupid, stupid, pluperfectedly stupid we have been.

Sometimes we simply cry and cry and cry and somehow having cried our hearts out we feel a little better.

Sometimes we need a great singer to to sing about the tears in things and we feel a whole lot better.

Call for (Sir) George Ivan Morrison!

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