Out of the shadows of darkness Her tears hung like suspended diamonds from lashes dusted with yesterdays sorrow. Tears mimicking silent dew drops posted on the edge of tragedy they cascaded so slowly it was impossible to see the tracks of Her pain.

I heard Her whisper to the long forgotten gods of prayers never answered, watched Her fall to Her knees in supplication to the misery that was Her
constant torment.

When I was certain She had fallen beyond redemption She stood in all Her glory and with the back of her trembling hand She brushed the
remaining tears from eyes no longer lost but free and clear in search of tomorrow.