Pax Vobiscum

I wish I had the language,
I wish I had the craft

To offer solace,
To ease your pain and
Lay to rest your sorrow
One time for all time

Wrapped in darkness
Rapt in fear
The end is always,
The moment never clear.

Held close, soft sobbing
clenching your hearts
Caught in the middle between
The light and the dark

I wish I had the language
I wish I had the craft.