*Image generated using AI, October 2024

Each droplet falls,
A tiny world unto itself,
A tear into the vastness,
A ripple in the pool of sorrows.

O Merciful Lord, You see each one,
Each teardrop of grief and loss,
Every heart that bends under its burden,
Every soul that breaks in the quiet.

Gather these tears, O God,
In Your hands like precious gems,
Each one a story, a life, a cry
From the depths of human longing.

You, who are acquainted with sorrow,
Who have known the sting of tears,
Breathe upon this pool,
Let Your Spirit hover over the waters.

Turn the ripples into waves of mercy,
The stillness into a healing balm,
That in each drop, Your love would speak,
In each tear, Your presence would be known.

Amen.