Bleeding hearts

They are more common than you think,
the silent bleeding aching hearts of loneliness,
too proud to give away their pain by crying,
and the more their aching vibrates universally
resounding in the ether of spiritual sensitivity,
where they indeed can never be alone;
since those who cry in silence without tears
in constant inward drowning in their misery
are that part of the iceberg of all human grief
that never can be seen but goes the deeper.
We who know their grief can share it
in deep sympathy in silence and respect
and cry and pray with them in humble service
at that altar of all tears of blood that never became known.