A poem about God’s sorrow for mental health
In the silence beyond our cries,
God gathers the tears we hide.
An ocean swells, not of anger,
but of sorrow for His children’s pain.
Each drop a story of broken minds,
of loneliness no hand could reach,
of hope dimmed in midnight hours—
yet still, He weeps with us.
The sea is not despair,
but compassion without shore,
a reminder that no suffering
is unseen, unloved, or alone.

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