He comforts them

These bronze crows are part of my favorite local St. Francis statue

here

and here.

Lately they have seemed to be drenched in tears (or maybe that's me), and I wrote this about them and their protector:

He comforts them, a hand on their heads
as the tears drip off their faces day after day.
Wait, he says, wait. It will change.
And the seasons pass
And the years go by,
And it goes on just like that.