It will happen that the time will come
When against all best hopes, today
Will dissolve into watery pictures of  
A yesterday now in scattered shards.  

Help us reach for our best impulse  to
Save some of what is left for the blessed
Hour when the pain retreats with just
Room enough  to take first steps.  

Icebergs of imprisoned emotion
Endanger even the strongest ships.
We pray for enough warm winds
To bring us back to a better place.