Unexpected Tears of Joy

Something beautiful bubbles up from the core of my being

Yours truly

There are times when I am driving my car or sitting at my kitchen table late at night when my eyes fill with tears — not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.

Inundated by a feeling of indescribable gratitude, tears well up from the same place where poetry and prayer come.

They have no denomination, these tears, no religion, no philosophy.

What triggers them is a mystery to me, but I wouldn’t trade them for all the money in the world.

Yes, I understand there are lots of spiritual practices to choose from, lots of pilgrimages to go on, and lots of holy books to read.

But if they don’t lead to the moment when tears of joy bubble up from the core of my being, what difference do they make?

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