When no one was there.

When no one seemed to care.

Now I know.

Thank you for always being there.

You watched as the sun slowly rises.

You watch it fill the sky with color and light.

The struggle and the effort for what was lost and what was acquired.

The value of life stretched across milestones of victories and failures.

All remembered with respect and appreciation.

When I close my eyes and listen to the silence.

May I find your presence.

May I find the courage to rise again.

You are not the X that marks the spot.

You are the CROSS on our Lord’s back.

Perhaps if we measured time in days, hours, and minutes, we might be able to discover the grace and peace of every loving moment.

There is hope that heals and prospers to all who believe; to all who are here.

As we gather in our hearts on mornings like this.

OTHERWISE, rendering you as the OTHER FOOL, an exclamation point to your existence.

Let tomorrow come. Let our hearts be united as one in the partaking of bread and wine. And in the glory of what is to come, we can behold and become.

Beyond the words, will I find the music or will the music find me?