Sorrow and Joy

I see her teardrops as they fall,

They’re so much like my own.
I know just how she’s feeling now,
As if all joy has flown.
 
Yet in between the memories,
And all the tears they bring.
I’m starting to find joy again
Bubble up like a spring.
 
I know the spring of joy is there
Beneath the tears we cry,
And I know that the joy will last
When all the tears run dry.
 
But until then our tears reflect
The pain that we still feel
And we will weep until the joy
Becomes, at last, more real.
 
Jeremiah 31:13
Then young women will dance and be glad, young men and old as well. I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.