Mother, I have no medicine to sooth thee
Though thy sorrow cuts through me.
A child who would have suckled on you breast
A life that would have nestled in your arms
Has passed into eternities undying light
With the trumpeting of our quite cries.

A love to be given so easily,
A soul to be known so well
Has alighted among the stars
In our emotions tearing night.
Lo, god has worked his magic
As no philosopher has seen.

I have no medicine for thee
But as the moon shall rise
and with it the sun
So shall he be redone.
For love is the power of God
And God is almighty.