Sojourners

When wanders weep, heaving, heavy hearts eventually erupt, evading notice, like so many naars.1 When wanderers weep, announcing vulnerability not caring who sees their drops darkening the dirt, evoked discomfort greets them. Reassuring platitudes rise up to erase their deepest hurts, rescuing strangers from action, strangling empathy. When wanderers weep expectations slip away. experience’s realities scream, “Please, see me through this day!” 1. naars - a type of flawed diamonds