Give your weakness

To one who helps.

 

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.

A nursing mother, all she does

Is wait to hear her child.

 

Just a little beginning-whimper,

And she’s there.

 

God created the child, that is, you wanting,

So that it might cry out, so that milk might come.

 

Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent

With your pain.  Lament! And let the milk

Of loving flow into you.

 

The hard rain and wind

Are the ways the cloud has

Of taking care of us.

 

By Rumi, tr. Coleman Bark