This is not a place of judgment.
ours is not
to cast harsh looks,
to destine one to heaven
and another to hell.
ours is not
to criticize
one for his loudness,
another for her silence.
ours is not
to make light of a solemn occasion,
to jest of the pain,
to stab at the memory
of one who suffered so.
perhaps
ours is not even
to know
the answer to the burning question:
why?
ours is simply
to provide a space
and a time,
to sit and remember,
to share
the good times
and the not-so-good times.
ours is simply
to join hands
and stand together,
to be the strength
for those who do not have their own
ours is simply
to show love,
for perfect love casts out fear.