Volume 5: The Weak Are Strong
For her tears,
which fall
like rain.
For her heart
which is broken,
like shattered glass.
Though, in her agony,
she finds strength.
Dried tears
mended glass.
For she knows,
that trials of life,
Can arrive
then depart
in a blink of an eye.
Her arising new day,
will bring a new beginning.
By Lisa Loraine Henderson
