In a world suffering such pain, should we not seek to be healing?
In a landscape of houses destroyed, should I not desire to be a home?
In a time of unrest, should we not be refuge?
In a scene of blood, should I not be a tourniquet?
In an era of belief armed and firing, should we not be faith unarmed?
In a moment of fear, should I not be courage?
In a world at a loss, should we not share fullness?
In a place of crying, should my silence not embrace?
In a era of absolute answers, should we not pose a question?
In a wounded world, should we not willingly share the pain?