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