When we feel we have nothing left to give
and we are sure that the song has ended
When our day seems over and the shadows fall
and the darkness of night has descended
Where can we go to find the strength
to valiantly keep on trying
Where can we find the hand that will dry
the tears that the heart is crying
That is the first verse of a poem my Mom really liked called the “Bend in the Road”. When something major happens in our lives we can find ourselves asking this question – “where can we find the hand that will dry the tears that the heart is crying”? People will offer you a tissue to dry your eyes but the tears this poem refers to are invisible and internal and can’t be wiped away so easily.
The Bend in the Road 