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March 15, 2002
“As long as we live, they too will live; for they are now a
part of us, as we remember them.”

The Message Upon The Stone
(by Eric S. Kingston)

In loving memory,
Of the father’s, mother’s, children, innocent victims of 9-
& especially Paige Farley, Ruth & Juliana McCourt

And they rose up towards the stars. And the adults looked
upward, but the child, feeling sorrow, looked back and saw
the sorrow of those below. And she said, “What of those we
are leaving behind? Should we not, before entering The
Gates of Heaven, give to them a message to comfort their
sorrow and loss, for we are now to enter The Gates of Heaven
and go back to the Heart of G-d?” And the other souls
stopped for a moment, for the words of the child they knew
were true and were needed by the family, friends and loved
ones still behind. And so, those departed souls that were
once mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, sons and
daughters looked back down upon the face of the world and
thought of their lives, and saw the sorrows of the people,
and they realized the wisdom of the child and the beauty,
love and possibilities of their lives and the world; and
they remembered, and they began to weep, and they gathered
round in a circle, and they thought of that which they once
were and that which they could have been, and together they
remembered and together they wept. Then within the circle
they joined hands, and together, through the depths of their
tears they were each granted a moment to speak. And to all
the people, of all the nations, in all the world they gently
cried out; I was once a father. I was once a son. I was
once a mother, a daughter to someone. I was once a friend,
a teacher and a man. I was once a possibility gone forever
from this land. I was once a hope, a cause waiting to be
found. The one who may have discovered what made this world
go ‘round. Yes, I was once a person taken thoughtlessly in
vain. So remember us, our friend’s, for your world will
never be the same. Remember us, our friend’s, for your
world will never be the same. And their tears began to fall
down upon the face of the Earth, but their prayer, spoken so
purely from the depths of each heart, bound together and
rose up as a single beam of golden light. The words rose
with such love and lament, that they broke through the Gates
of Heaven before them. They rose so high up that even the
Host’s of Heaven heard the prayer and even they began to
weep. And the tears fell down from the heights of the skies
above and landed upon the face of a flat and ancient stone.
A stone that was always there and always visible from all
corners of the Earth. And as the tears of sorrow fell and
fell they struck hard against the stone. Each tear became
an individual that wrought its sacred letter upon the face
of the stone. And soon the tears began to carve an epitaph,
a prayer, which was more like a message, but more so, a
candle of hope and challenge for those of us below. And
they wept and they wept until a Voice from above
said, “Enough, it is time.” And they reach out and The Hand
of G-d reached down and pulled them each into the realms of
Heaven. And the people below, who had hidden or wept in the
tears of the storm from above, began to emerge. For no
matter the loss or the storm, time moves us forward, skies
clear and gives us, if we are lucky, the insight of choice
to understand and to grow, and to move forward within our
own lives. Yet, far too often, if we are not careful, we
allow ourselves to forget even those we most love.

And the stone? If you look with open eyes you will see it.
The stone upon the hill beaming out their message and their
challenge, “that within every act, no matter how terrible,
some measure good can, and must, be found” if we are to grow
together, change together, live together and love
together. But,much more than this, if we listen with our
heart, we will hear their words singing with unbroken
courage, and one day, maybe, we will learn as one to live
together the meaning of the message upon the stone.

Message Upon The Stone

The ways of The Blessed Holy One are not the ways of man
And the events that befall you, you cannot understand
For every tomorrow is never the same
You have only THIS moment to love more and change

For within every moment is more than its time
It’s Life forever unfolding in rhythm and rhyme
It’s the challenge before you to be more than you are
So don’t light only candles, reach up for a Star

Make for the better a loving world that sustains
Keeping the faith no matter the pain
Knowing the ocean reflects Heaven’s Shore
And remember,
Soldiers of Peace, are as brave as soldiers of war

So go now, for we speak from the stars of the sky
Lights in the dark in The Blessed Holy One’s Eyes
Don’t lose your chance before it’s taken away
For you have ONLY this moment to love or to change
Even if memory is all that remains
You have ONLY THIS MOMENT to love in love’s way

And on a stone, upon a hill, sits an inscription which was
carved from the tears of Angels, who for a moment, turned to
look behind, and left for us a reminder, a prayer to learn,
comfort or ignore, but never left for us to forget. Amen.

In Lasting Memory,

Eric Sander Kingston
The Council on Peace, Unity & Understanding
“The understanding of” SM

Remember, the length of a persons life is measured within
its quality, not within its brevity of years.

©2002 Eric S. Kingston
(248) 400-0919
(Also in remembrance of Kenny & Arthur Simon)
& special thanks to Wayne Dyer
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