By Joseph R. Veneroso
Between wordless sobs the soul cries out,
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord.
And prays despites a haunting doubt,
Let perpetual light shine on them.
Yet for us, the living, who remain to mourn the loss,
To feel the pain, to bear the shock, to question why
in God’s great plan they had to die, there is no peace,
No rest , no light nothing but an endless night.
When we, defeated by the truth, surrender to death’s
Other face, robbed of innocence and youth,
No power on earth can e’er replace,
Only in this, our darkest hour, can we truly hope to find
Among our tears God’s healing power, among our fears
True peace of mind, the simple faith to save our soul,
That perfect love to make us whole.
Against the sadness and the sorrow with every ounce of faith
Confessing hope for a better life tomorrow in our mourning
We find blessing. Close