I am weeping, but I don’t know why.
I am weeping and knitting
And hoping that God hears the prayers of my tears.
I am weeping, but I don’t know why.
I do know why — maybe — but which why is it?
The cruelty of a church I thought I once knew
And once was proud to represent?
Sorrow and gratitude
For a friend and teacher whose life is in decline.
The stories of families
Desparate, dying,
Fleeing wars and fires and death.
This world, so terribly broken
By racism, by fear, hatred, greed.
So much pain,
So much despair, hatred, need.
And so I sit and weep and knit.
I am weeping, but I don’t know why.
Take these tears, God of Hope.
Take these stitches, Great Weaver.
Take these prayers, Gentle Lover of the Universe.
We are yours.
All the Wonders 
Your prayer resonated with me. When I crochet I find myself praying and often with tears. I’m not sure why the tears come when I crochet…they are rare in other times of prayer. Maybe I am more centered and meditative when crocheting…less concerned with self? Thank you for sharing your heart.
Patricia, thank you for this. It’s comforting to know this is true for you as well. Blessings.
I just found this. I don’t crochet but I have wept over the church I thought I knew, more than once. I didn’t know it while I was wailing. But God’s plan was bigger than mine. I would never have guessed that I would come to prefer ministry beyond the church. Now my tears are tears of joy and thanksgiving. But still, I remember…
Rev. Elizabeth L. Ashby, Associate Chaplain and Bereavement Counselor, Old Colony Hospice, Randolph, MA
Thank you, Elizabeth. Blessings.
I so love this poem, Beth!
Thank you!!