God waited quietly in the background

God waited quietly in the background,

and when I finally rested, running no more,

he spoke into this quietness,

knowing now he could be heard.

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Love is my name.

One day you will see, all will see.

I take all the blame,

I have taken all the blame,

and many will weep at what they have missed,

the tenderness.
 

And holy tears fill the stream,

God’s tears, our tears.

The sky’s tears, the earth’s,

the tears of the robin, cardinal, hawk, and eagle,

all birds trying to teach us to fly.

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The tears of the trees

reaching out to help us breathe.

The cries of bison, elephants, giraffes,

all the way to the ground

of the chipmunks and squirrels,

and the roots of the grass,

the poppies, anemones,

and wildflower fields.

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The wails of the dolphins,

and ancient sea mothers,

the orca, whose tears are ours

in this stream.
 

We are all this stream of tears,

because we know, we remember, somewhere,

this tenderness that has been forgotten.

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And God repeated in a whisper,

Love is my name.

One day you will see, all will see.

I take all the blame,

I have taken all the blame,

and many will weep at what they have missed,

the tenderness.​