Jesus wept

"Jesus wept." (John,11:35)
The tear echoed fatefully over the oceans and lands. It flowed into them and multiplied. Everyone saw the tears of the tear, they drink from the tears of the tear, we drink from the tears of the Weeping, but we do not shed tears of salvation, but blood of death. The Tear echoed over the chatter, blazed like a lightning and unveiled the bloodsuckers.
The tear dropped, spread around, scattered, gave shivers to the strong men, exposed their deserted hearts, bent their iron cheek-bones, broke the mortal brawn, on which they counted, and with which they planned to wrap the world in cruelty and endless children’s crying. The tears of the tear are in every child, in every woman and every man, but they are not their tears, but the tears of the Weeping, tears-rebels, unreconcilable with evil, stronger than it, more human than the most human, because they are overhuman, overangelic, Godly, deeply Godly, without a beginning. "Jesus wept " with the tears, that come before the tears themselves, with the tears that exist before the eyes that weep, before the hearts that cause them and exactly for that reason He wept, because He saw there were dark pupils in which no tears shine, there were still hearts, cold to His Sorrow. The Tear echoes over this chatter and it will continue to echoe, so that we know that every lightning that cuts through the dark cover of blindness, is the unmasking tear of the Weeping.
It flowed into the ocean and became an ocean, flowed into the rivers and became a river. And everyone saw the tears of the Tear, but no one heard. Everyone heard the tears of the Tear, but no one saw it. They drank, we drank, they drink, we drink from it but no one remembers. And because we forgot, we are again thirsty, without knowing what to drink in order to get life. How much human blood have we wasted and still we lack life, still we are dead and sick. Rivers, lakes, oceans, everything babbles, but we do not remember where the tear flowed. Our hearts suffer, our throats caw with pain because we forgot, because we do not remember, because we spill blood, instead of tears and we drink wine, instead of water. And the Tear that gave birth to tears showed us that only water gives a sweet taste to the bitter tears, it is living water, water of life, while the sweetened wine will not be satisfied with the endless bitterness of the innocent blood and will want more. But we have forgotten, we no longer remember, chocked in the fermenting grapes of desolate death. And we are thirsty, and we hardly survive under the ruins of the collapsing long- since-gone cultural past, that began in the day we forgot that the Tear that gave birth to tears, is Love that created life and the days in which we, beautiful and happy, watch over joy, bestowed to us in honour of the sympathetic Lord and God of compassionate life.
He wept, He won. And never again will the Tear drop, not before the bright pupils follow it, moisted by the tears of all hearts. No eye will see the Tear drop, not before it has become a tear. Then all hearts and eyes will be tears, tears in oceans, all as one in the Tear-Love!