Do you feel the ache?

What is there for us, darling,

In this world of brightest color

And widest dark;

Of all the deepest laughter

And  most piercing, aching sorrow?

Can we carry the song each day,

And hold the fragile dream in hand?

Can we keep the hope and joy

Of most beautiful world

When weighed by tired days and tragedy?

When the dark burden of the soul

Is invisible to all who see?

Where is our place

When we see and hear and feel

All the beauty and darkness,

Throbs of pain and dazzling light,

In a blind and deaf and muted world?

Where is our place

To contain and express

And to hold in heart

All there is—

And our vibrant, aching

Hope for more?