i have been 'off' since my 40th birthday on thursday. i don't know why. feeling lonely. maybe a bit unappreciated. tired. tears have fallen. trying to get back up and move into my new journey.
a coworker handed me this poem last night at work. it privately moved me to tears. stirred up deep emotion in me. every word was hitting home. i felt the need to share it. and hope it speaks to some of you.
Why Women Cry...
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does
mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his
dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry.
Finally he prayed to God who would surely know the answer.
When God responded he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said: "When I made the woman she had to be to be made special. I
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does
mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his
dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry.
Finally he prayed to God who would surely know the answer.
When God responded he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said: "When I made the woman she had to be to be made special. I
made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet
gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet
gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to
endure
childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her
childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her
children. I gave her
a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and
take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
Gave her the sensitivity
to love her children under any and all
circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to
carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his
wife, but sometimes tests
her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfaltering.
And lastly, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers and only hers
exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she
wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she
combs her hair. The
beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to
her heart - the place where love resides."
a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and
take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
Gave her the sensitivity
to love her children under any and all
circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to
carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his
wife, but sometimes tests
her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfaltering.
And lastly, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers and only hers
exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she
wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she
combs her hair. The
beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to
her heart - the place where love resides."
here's to a new beginning of understanding.
blessings!
shay
Lovely poem. Beautiful photos of course! It's good to let the tears flow sometimes. I hope you feel better. <3
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