What is eternal, remains:
sunlight on high mountains,
the cloud behind the hill,
the great tree by the river,
the silent moon,
and hope.
What is temporal
is wreckage and inherited woe;
they will have to dig deep
for renewal.
If only humanity would give a cheer
so great that it sped
across the oceans and the valleys
of Afghanistan, whether they be alleys
among mountains, or spacious plains,
and proclaimed
“we are with you, again and again!”

Reg Naulty.