"A healing incantation"

Everyone of us dies a little death every night We sleep with the sting of death and fear And we are born again every morning, Putting on a clean bedsheet to make us forget the previous night. In between, we have hope dangling by a thin thread. Strange is the case of the believer There is good for him in everything. If joy visits him, he is grateful. If trouble befalls him, he is faithful and patient And so, patient we must be... how do you sleep at night? "I dream of seeing my mother and eating bread" "I dream of my brother coming back to life" "I dream of my father returning" "I dream of playing with my friends" Dry those tears from those beautiful eyes As we lay our heads back down And lift our hands and pray, "I will live in the hope that everything will be beautiful As long as we have a Lord who says Be, and it is." The world is accompanied with pain and calamity And so we should not wander in anger with the facts of life And be patient instead The fog will clear and we shall see the light again...