Our children are being snatched from our grasp with every single second.  I won't stop mourning until I am comforted and I refuse to find comfort in anything except the sight of the innocent ones alive again.  If you were not so deaf, you would hear the endless weeping, that pain provoked groan, and every now and again a silence so solemn and horrific you'd find yourself frozen in shock.  It's like when winter finds us.  

You are my only hope now, God.  You tell me we don't have to cry anymore because someday our children will come home free.  You promise us that we'll see how our prayers were answered and what You will do with what we have done for your beloved.  "So just don't lose hope," is what You tell me and as long as I can see you, I know I have it.