Hail, Maiden of Mourning
Who gives consolation to those stricken by grief,
Who teaches us to bear up under sorrow.
Maiden robed in grey and veiled in black,
Teach us when we must weep
So that we may someday let go of weeping
And bravely face the dawn empty-handed
But with open eyes lifted to the Sun.
For the gift of true Courage
Is nothing like fearlessness,
But is the ability to face all fear and loss
And walk the path in spite of it.