What tales would they tell
If tear drops could talk
Silent messengers
Speaking volumes
What sound does a heart make
When it is breaking
Quiet anguish
Soundless cries
Does a rose feel pain
When its petals are crushed
Sweet perfume
Bottled tears
Does the breeze share stories
When it whispers through the trees
Silent secret
Muffled lullabies
Do weeping willows really weep
With branches hanging down
Sweep the tombs silently
Hush as demons flee
Be still and know that I am here.
I am HE.
Your silent cries are heard. I am with you
And you are here with ME.
Article Written by: Sylvia Hensel
