Try this poem, by Sophia Lyon Fahs (adapted), printed in the order of service for First Parish Unitarian Universalist Church of Arlington, Massachusetts, for 16 December 2012. The date was intended to be a child dedication service as well as the Third Sunday of Advent. It was all those things -- and it became Newtown Sunday as well.
And so the children come
and so they have been coming.
No angels herald theur beginnings.
No prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men or women see a star to show where to find
the babe that will save humankind.
yet each night a child arrives is a holy night.
Fathers and mothers --
sitting beside their sleeping children's beds
feel glory in the sight of new life beginning. They ask,
Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?
Each day a child arrives is a holy day.
A time for singing,
a time for wondering,
a time for worshipping.