After a season of depression Joyless days felt suffocating A season of anger followed. A ticking bomb. Everything irritable. Then I confessed my furry. This overwhelming burden. Then I entered into the season of tears Crying out of nothing Cleansing my eyes Cleansing my heart. Relief. Then Joy restored. Joy restored my heart. My courage. My breath. Letting tears flow I turned them to Jesus And made each tear count As repent. Ah! …freedom. Delight. Dance. Peace. Rest.