The River of Sorrow

A river of Sorrow often runs through my heart and when it overflows and floods my crops, it affects the fruit they bear. But it also waters them so that they grow stronger and higher, if not a little bit sideways. Eventually, drop-by-drop the river subsides, folding into itself leaving the raw, rich soil of my joy exposed. For even though Sorrow floods my crops, their roots still reach deep down to that soil where joy resides and they cannot be swept away.