One thing stuck out

As I was huddled down

Growing up.

Boys were always told

That God wipes away every single daughter’s every single tear.

So you best be careful with them.

Until a humble broken boy wondered at a man and asked

Does God wipe away my tears too?

And a heart melted at a topic buried under a pendulum swung too far.

They are not clay.

We are not clay.

Guys are not something you can ‘fix’.

Love men as they are.

Love the lumpy pottery as they come.

Wouldn’t you ask the same?

Men get a lot of credit,

But a person molded by a woman’s hand

Can become just as

Unrecognizable.

God wipes away every single son’s every single tear

too.