No pain is greater than loss For each breath becomes more painful Each tear more bitter And each voice more broken. But only release can turn itself into divine As we turn toward silent prayers As we drop to our knees and join our hands Whispering raw names. Let us be heard, Us who have lost For we are all fated As if sharing the same body, To lose what we hold most dear. Let our tears dry, our breath quicken with life and want, let our chants resonate in the emptiness that surounds us For eternity if not a life time.