No need to search in foreign parts
Find foreign places in the heart
By grief we’re thrown off usual roads
Do not desert us from your hold
We have no maps, we fear our friends
Into the suffering we descend.
Our children once sat at our knee
Now the parent they must be.
Some groan and rage for their own loss
Through wild places all must cross
Some may fall and be helped up
As we share the bitter cup
We must drink it to the dregs
As we walk on ancient legs.
Do not shun us when we grieve.
Our maps are ripped yet we must leave
We face again the unknown heart
Of which we only know a part
No package holiday, no deal
We’re on our own how raw we feel.
Though every single human heart
With grief and pain will surely smart
Would you wish to be a stone?
If you have love then you will noan
How my heart sings 