The tears we shed turn into crystal. They sparkle with intent. The tears we shed out of anger and frustration glow red. The ones that are borne of pain are blue. The flecks of water that dot our eyes because we covet and desire what we cannot have are green. And the tears we shed because we are so moved by the beauty that confronts us as we walk outside are orange or yellow or fuschia, touched by the dazzling light of creation.
God builds a palace out of this crystal. It is his Palace of Tears. This is where he sits when he pronounces the final judgment on Yom Kippur. At the last moment, parcels and packages and notes, handwritten and typewritten and verbal sparks of flame, words on fire, dart through the palace gates before they close. God leans forward on his throne, anxiously awaiting them. He takes the packages from the angel, forbidding the angels to read them before He does. Sometimes, when he is very moved by our prayers, he sheds a tear. But God's tears are like flame. And when God sheds a tear, it falls into place and forms a brick, a piece of the holy Temple which is built of fire in the sky. For the Third Temple shall descend from the sky, having already been built and created.
Our tears build the palace, and God's tears build the Temple. They are interwoven and intertwined. All my tears have been saved up, and the most beautiful parts of the castle are mine. The stained glass butterfly that forms the upmost tower window- that was made out of my tears. So too the crystal rose that adorns the vanity there. I spun them out of my sadness, and the angels wove them together. The angels are God's artisans. They quarry this crystal made of tears, and they use it to create God's palace.
When I die, and God judges me, the first place He will show me is His Palace of Tears. He will show me the parts that are mine, and the parts that belong to other people. I will be amazed that my sadness, trials and thoughts of repentance wrought anything so beautiful. I will kiss my rose, and God will shed a tear of fire.
When I am dead, I shall be happy...