I believe in tears and sighs

I heard this from a friend: She had read somewhere that God collects our tears and he values them. It stayed in my head. Last night, in the twilight hours of that blissful reprieve called sleep, that comforting thought turned into vivid imagery. In the pregnant blackness of space I saw human sighs and tears deposited in a plain container. Invisible hands then gently tipped the container into space. Lo and behold! Stars floated out! Is that what happens to our expressions of grief and despair. Do they turn into radiant guiding lights in our lives? Was this the Supreme One’s ways of letting me know that no sorrow comes into our life aimlessly?