Let flow our tears in grief for this, our little ones, now gone from us, whom not so long ago were born, now all that's left to do is mourn, but we refuse to be consoled like Rachel weeping for her children. Our voices join with all of those who weep to hold their children close but cannot reach beyond their dust to lines they drew, their little trusts and they refuse to be consoled these parents weeping for their children. All death and hope are met in one born long ago who is God's Son whose birth provoked the tyrant's rage who tramples wanton through our age. Still we refuse to be consoled like Rachel weeping for her children. For who of us can stop the hand of brutal demons in the land whose fury aims to hurt and kill the innocents whose screams are still upon the air and unconsoled with parents weeping for their children. All we can do is turn to him who died in old Jerusalem and wept abandoned on the cross disarming demons there for us so one day we might be consoled with Rachel weeping for our children.