Weep loud, O daughter of God, wail and cry,
you loose from chaos and life disordered,
you whose poor mother never was murdered,
you without wound or the need to ask why.
Weep Rachel's tears, all comfort refusing,
for children in anguish of heart and head,
for sleepless and sad, no room for a bed,
who woke up broken against all choosing.
Weep for the wandering, wasted, alone.
Mourn the abandoned to prison walls strong.
Keep vigil until the shadows are long
and cast only by the walls of a home.
Weep for the children, tears fall as our prayers
rise to the Risen, He suffers them there.
