Hallelujah

This week, a teacher assigned us to
  proclaim, 'Hallelujah' in midst of suffering.
  This, I believed, is a Spirit-infused response to life.

That was the theory, the inspiration.
  And now, as another 'dark night' descends on
  my soul, I am called to sing, 'Hallelujah', even as I cry.

Through tears, I listen to Leonard Cohen's, 'Hallelujah'
  over and again, because I cannot bring the word to my lips.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Tears cascading, heart breaking, alone...
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Touch my soul.  Hold it gently, for I feel it
  dissolving into the energy from which it emerged.

And then, this 'I' will no longer exist,
  a memory only to those few it touched.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

'You don't need answers, only prayer.'

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

'I hear you.  I feel your pain.  I love you.'

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

'There is no worst case, only love.'

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

'You are beauty.  You are light.  I AM here.'

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

'Your tears are precious, life giving.  You are precious.'

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
  Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.