Crying

Out of the depths I cry unto you, O Lord.
O Lord, hear my prayer and let my cry come unto you.

Perhaps there is no purer spiritual experience than that of crying. While disciplines exist as paths to enlightenment and religions carve out paths to salvation, crying is the very voice of the human soul. It's presence is a surrender to the limits of human experience. God is God and we are not and cannot.

When confronted by circumstances that take us to the outermost stretches of human limitation where only God can claim control, our cry is an often desperate bow to faith. It is the only moment in our lives where we recognize and accept, however reluctantly, that we are not in control. Crying places us before God with hands outstretched and palms up to receive that which we are incapable of attaining on our own.