Row on row of memories etched in stone.
So many flowers watered by tears.	
Left behind we feel lost and alone.	
Reminded of all our darker fears. 
We think of our future of dust and bone. 
While we will seek solace from hushed voices. 
Those who will never yet more will rove? 
Have they yet gone on to God above? 
Or should we stop and question their choices?

We may pray that they will each number. 
Among those saved by Gods' perfect Grace.	
While they yet rest in peaceful slumber. 
Until the day they see the Lords face.	
And filled with blessings that far outnumber,	
The pain of this life we have each suffered.	
Let us pray for souls that may be lost. 
To accept the one who paid the cost.	
And embrace redemption in one accord.

MJ Flack