The long weep

Monday evening I was sitting on the downstairs couch with Mrs E with many negative thoughts whirling round my fractured and shattered brain. Great thing was I was able to have a good cry. How cleansing and releasing tears are. How I wish I could cry more of them. In the Psalms, David weeps a lot. In those days some people used to keep their tears in a bottle. How I wish my bottle was full, instead of just a few drops here and there.