In the stillness
after the storm that ravaged
the innocence that was,
one hears an endless tolling,
feels the ever-rolling
wave of grief.

But listen.
Listen for the heart.

In the illness
before their lives were savaged
who would dare imagine
all that would soon be taken
all that would been shaken:
past belief.

And listen.
Listen for the heart.

In the shrillness
of all that may be alleged,
find some softer story,
make way for a gracious grace,
come to the mercy place
for relief.

Now listen.
Listen from the heart.