We have seen so much of sorrow,
We have shared in the despair
Of lives that touched ours briefly
When we didn’t really care.
Was there purpose in the chaos
Of the years we would forget ?
Did our wanderings allow us
A time to be lost to the world –
That the plight of its unfulfilled children
Might be deeply engraved on our hearts.
For the love that is needed to heal them
Comes only from suffering and pain.
O how can we dare to deny them,
Who may never be loved again ?
And if there is an answer
To their unspoken prayer,
We must live our lives among them
For Love would send us there.
Send us with joy and peace to say
Herein is hope – this is the way.
July 21st 1965