For,

.... a sister who is far from home, a brother who can't hear the laughter of his children, a sister who aches for her mother's sorrow, a brother whose insides have been torn asunder by infection, a baby whose heart beat too rapidly for his chest but continued to play, a sister who can no longer walk, hear, or see and she still sings, a papa haunted by a ghost of wrath, a sister whose bones crack from a hug, a brother who lost an organ, a sister who can't sleep without dreams that knash at her heart, a brother who lost his mind, voicelessly wandered filled with pills into a field to sleep altogether forever, a brother who was orphaned in less than a year, a brave sister who had to leave, a mother who could not, brothers and sisters that are cracking under the pressure, brothers and sisters that are lost, brothers and sisters that are full of shit.
I pray--that's right I said PRAY--speak, whisper, calmly, softly, and gently...to the wind..to the breeze, the air..that stirs through..I wish I wish you ease, such great ease.