Tender Walks the Night Tender walks the night when there is sorrow in the garden, softly sigh the branches on the passageway of tears. The candleglow of heaven lights the path so newly-trodden, resting on the shoulders of the loved ones gathered near. Slowly folds the rosebud, petals closing in the dark; the scent of love will linger, giving strength to bear the burden. Memories will open -- let the flow of healing start. Tender walks the night when there is sorrow in the garden © Laryalee Fraser Index