So Cry, Beautiful Boy

So Cry, Beautiful Boy

Your heart is breaking,

aching in ways 

you can’t even explain.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You’ve experienced loss,

the emptiness is real

leaving you in a fog.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

Your heart is crushed,

staggering from the shattering

of an assumptive reality.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You don’t have to hold it in

embarrassed of losing it,

looking weak and out of control.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You have experienced trauma, son.

Don’t worry about others this time,

your heart needs tender tending.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You were never knit together 

to experience the loss of a loved one,

there’s no perfect way to do this.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You don’t have to have the right words,

knowing just what say and how to say it,

that’s what tears are for.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

You aren’t a pastor today,

you are a beloved son.

Your heart is allowed to suffer and sorrow.

So cry, beautiful boy.

 

Caleb, thank you for showing me

the power of involuntary mourning,

the permission to weep as a boy.

A beautiful 47 year old boy.

 

Jason, it’s ok to curl up 

and have a good cry—

So cry, beautiful boy.