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