Night of Remembrance

[gracebond]

Grace walked slowly into the place, gazing into the lake. The water, so calm, so beautiful. As the lives this night would be dedicated to. He strolled down the path, somberly. However within him was a hope and a love greater than the sea, the skies, or the earth. Grace held just that in his heart. Grace. Only do to Him was it that he could look on with this hope, even before such a grave deal. His eyes caught the sight of others here at the lake. Here to remember. It was in that too that hope could be found. That man had come to remeber their fellow man.

Beloved, let us love one another.
Beloved, let us love one another.
~1 John 4:7~

Such altruism was seldom seen in man. Even in times of terror, times when such love was needed. It made the fire in Grace's heart burn brighter. He was happy to see and feel the care around him. As he came to the shore he knelt before one of the boats. So simple, yet so beautiful. He had learned through life that it was often those things that were simple that meant the most. A 'hello' to a passing stranger, holding the door for someone, even as simple as a smile. These things could mean the most to many people. Love was easy to give, if only one took the time.

Grace's eyes closed, his mind going to a place he had found to be the best for him. A place where fear dissolved and serenity took course. His thoughts led off to Him. Grace's prayers for all those who were suffering, for all those who were working to bring stability, and for all those who had left this earth. With that he reached forward, with gentle hands. And his lips moved, with a light breath. "Father guide these hands and this heart." Up within his hands he picked up a boat, lifting it up. Eyes still closed he stood up and moved forward slowly. Simply, no haste.

He moved forth, his feet wading within the water. His sandals had slipped off, and between his toes he could feel the lake's bottom. Again he knelt down. His hands came to the water and it seeped through his fingers. Within the cup of his palms the boat floated on the water. He let his hands fall within, pull around and push forth. He stood up and opened his eyes. The boat moved on and he smiled. The water lay on him and the boat. An act of cleansing.

He moved back to the shore again, to sit down and look on at the lights crossing the lake. He smiled wide, a bright ray of love and hope crossing the expanse. He felt a fire in his gut. With it he opened his mouth and let out a bright voice. A song escaped his lips and his heart, a song lifted for spirits, out to the heavens, an ode for those passed.

What happened to the strong hearts?
We have become so broken now.
I won't take this as the answer.
I want to hear your voice now!
Speak up darling I can't seem to find you,
This mass of wires has become so tangled.
Where is our start,
And what was the end?
How did we get here,
And why did things have to be this way?
Mechanics have over run our dialogue.
I don't even remember the sound of your voice,
But something tells me it was sweet.
We have such a pattern for crafting discourse,
That we haven't spoken in ages.
~Grace~

As he finished it he smiled on, a few tears shed from his eye. His voice had cracked a bit as he sang, choking up as he sang. He wasn't sad though. He had solace and comfort in his faith. In his eyes were tears of joy, a joy about the life and revival that was sure to come. He again let his voice break forth into song.

Forgotten messages buried under countless words!
Oh God a doubt sit on my heart,
That this message has been dealt such a fate.
That my words have become clouded interpretations of glory.
It is my deepest regret that words cannot explain your love.
All around me waves break,
And alongside them my heart.
Eyes have lost their course,
While we walk straight along the path,
But foget to follow.
For the workings of doubt,
Are the seeds of narcissism.
As such decisions made without grace,
Are as frail as the saplings that have made them.
~Grace~

No time was left between the one and another, this time not his own.

WHAT WOULD IT TAKE FOR THINGS TO BE QUIET?
Quiet like the snow.
And I know this isn't much, but I know it could be better.
I don't think i deserve it.
Selflessness, find your way into my heart.
All stars could be brighter,
All hearts could be warmer.
WHAT WOULD IT TAKE FOR THINGS TO BE QUIET?
Quiet like the snow?
ARE WE MEANT TO BE EMPTY HANDED?
I know I could be better.
I don't think i deserve it.
Selflessness, find your way into my heart.
All stars could be brighter,
All hearts could be warmer.
What would it take for things to be quiet?
~The Devil Wears Prada~

With the final words he fell back against the ground, letting the earth hold him. His gaze was lifted to the heavens. He let his tears roll down his face. His gaze was higher. And so was his joy, his love, and his hope. The night was beautiful. And this night was sure to be one he would remember. As people gathered to show love. It was beautiful, like freshly fallen snow.