Tender is the Weeping Heart--By Gerald Heyder--United States

Tender is the Weeping Heart

Render prayer unto heaven

ardent as lover’s kisses

for tender is the weeping heart

that weeps for all it misses.

Red are the tears in the glow

of roses that are dying

for open are the eyes that cry

to a world that’s always prying.

Secret are the passageways

to a soul forever searching;

black are the skies raining lies

to a distraught heart that’s hurting.

Bluest is the news that comes

to reap a tear that’s falling

for loneliness and emptiness

to a broken heart comes calling.

Forsaking shroud cry aloud

a plea that’s aimed for heaven

for tender is the weeping heart

that weeps through time it’s given.

Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.