Is this how we learn? The sun comes up, the moon goes down, the wind turns the corner with a smile. We go on. One chance each moment together makes the present. I buried a yesterday friend. Our lives from sixty years gone. We are changed. The tide has taken some, the waves have thrown others up on the sand, adrift these long years. God is silent, but not without promise. Within each grain of sand, the future memories of a pearl will bloom. We create with what's at hand. Do not cast away the silence of your grief and grace, the sun dropping behind the hills, light cooling on your shoulders, the stillness of the night spreading out like a blanket under the trees, teaching you the words you will learn by speaking.