If but some words in their flight  
Could reach and touch the winter
Souls in this dark watch of night.  

There to reach the scarring marks of pain,
The fear of loss and tearing, shrieking terrors 
To wash away the fear with gentle rain.  

Would that once again Liberty’s flickering
Lamp would shine on the terrors spent
Against them on that far dangerous shore.  

Can we whisper, “O let the flickering
Hard won light grow strong to cast
Bright beams on their twisting way”.  

There to gift calm and hope to those
Lost children who presently suffer ill,
And reach for our best good will.