I am weeping.
With Rachel, I am weeping.
I am weeping.
Again, I am weeping.
I am weeping.
Inside, I am weeping.
I am weeping.
In all the Ramahs of our world, I am weeping.
I am weeping
and I refuse –
and I will not be –
and I hope to Christ I never will be –
comforted.
Children –
our children all –
are killed
wounded
violated
abandoned
exploited
neglected
misused.
I am weeping.
I will not be comforted.
Outside, I appear calm.
I go about my work.
But within the calm
and amidst the weeping,
I dream of a different world
and I ponder what I may do
to help create that world
For our children – all our children.
I dream and I ponder
and I know I will find answers.
I am weeping.
Inside, I am weeping.
I will not be comforted.
But I will find ways to act.
14 December 2012
New York
Along the Graybeard Trail 