Tear Collector

When moments are heavy with sorrow's weight,
As tears cascade like gentle rain,
I find solace in God's compassionate trait,
Thanking him for the comforting refrain.

For in the depths of my despair,
When darkness veils the path ahead,
I feel his divine presence there,
Collecting tears, as love is spread.

With tender hands and heart so pure,
God gathers each teardrop, every sigh,
Offering solace, an eternal cure,
As silent guardian of the sky.

So, I offer thanks for his grace,
For the warmth of empathy divine.
In God's embrace, I find my place,
Where tears are a cherished and sacred sign.