“Even the Tears That Never Fall”

There are tears that never reach the light,

that gather quiet in the corners of the soul,

too weary to travel down the cheek,

too heavy to name aloud.

He sees them.

The hidden ache,

the tremor behind the smile,

the flood you hold behind your eyes

because the world has no room for more storms.

Before they fall, He catches them—

not in a bottle, but in His being.

The Man of Sorrows knows their language;

He wept first,

so that you’d never weep alone.

Each unshed tear has weight in heaven,

a whispered prayer without sound,

a longing He translates into grace.

So rest.

You are not unseen.

Even the tears that never fall

are held—

by the One who never lets you go.

SCHEDULING INTAKE