Silly Old Myself today
Want to cry instead of pray.
Middle Daughter packing now
For regions far beyond my know.
A baby lies in desperate straits
While his family prays and waits.
Haitian millions starve and weep–
No shelter there for health or sleep
While war and famine, flood and quake
Their daily tolls of lifeblood take.
And I, who woke to this bright day
With health and strength to light my way,
Still want to cry –but need to pray.