These scores who gather in the square, just outside my door, for whom do they wait?
What fears and terrors, Lord, are in these several hearts? I know the way to a nearby meadow, but few will budge.
Here we will rest, on a safe and sunlit lawn. Let me pass cheer through the crowd, that the terrified may unclench their jaws.
The meadow will wait until tomorrow. Let me heal with love today.