Divine Being, who waits alongside the waters, 

We cannot be still. We cannot wait. Too many young people are dying, like the leaves that have fallen to the ground. Remind us to take in your breath, to notice something of your Presence; to acknowledge Love that arrives in flowers, candles and tears. We stand and watch at these altars of remembrance. Stir in us, move us to speak for those whose voices are no more.  And give us hope for the mystery of your work so deep below the surface.  In you mercy, so be it.