Yesterday's tears
build a river,
Washing the
soul of its pain,
Cleansing the
heart and mind
Like a gentle
sweet spring rain.

When you feel you
have cried your river

And your throat aches
from tears shed
And your mind is
exhausted from feeling
Or your heart feels
as if it is dead.

Raise your eyes to
the skies and recall
How lovely a full
moon can be.

See the stars shining
gently on all,
And remember how
good friends can be.


Call that friend
who you know is there,
Waiting to help
you through pain.

The one who
does not judge,
but listens,
So that you may
soon love again!
Author Unknown
May God Bless you!
Thank you for
visiting with me.
Joanie