Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?
Trade Violence For Calm, 
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath
A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye
Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time
Loss on Every Shelf
Sorrow in Every Drawer
Pain Beneath the Bed
We Could Not Quite Breathe
Wondering if That Moment
Might Not Ever End
But Time Does Still Pass
And Grief Turned Towards Us With
All Its Open Heart
And We Also Found
Among the Sorrow and Loss
A Shining Honor
The Consolations
Of Shared Memories, the Breath
Of Persistent Love
So It Turns Out That
This Life is not Perfect and
Grief is not a Guest
But Our Souls do Rise
To Every Occasion and
Our Hearts Will Reach Out
And We Will Carry
Honor, Memory, and Love
As We Find Our Way
