Setting alone

It is quiet here, in the prayer garden.
Theres an empty bench, wooden, filled with years of tears for a lost loved one. The plaque beside it tells of a daughter who died to early..taken before her time and with each new teardrop is another stone laid down. Use them as stepping stones, not stumble blocks.
Tho the path winds into the darkness before you, be assured a new light is in new life.
I walked this path today..i struggle to findcwords, to heal, to be reborn.
I sat and cried a few of my own tears. Im setting alone and im admired the silence..then a wind blows whispers through the trees, the birds sing sweetly..and it happens, my tears dropping, began to stop. Im at peace now.