Prayer for All Soulsโ€™ Day

Death isnโ€™t an endingโ€”itโ€™s love continuing through prayer, memory, and faith in Heaven.

All Souls’ Day โ€ข November 2

Lord of mercy and light, we remember those who have gone ahead of us. We lift up their souls to You with trust and love. Forgive their faults, cleanse their hearts, and welcome them into Your eternal peace. As we pray for them, teach us to live wisely, kindly, and ready for Heaven. Let our love reach across the silence of death, and may our prayers bring comfort to those still being purified. In Your mercy, bring all souls home to You. Amen.

โŒจ แด›สธแต–โฑโฟแต แดแต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ ส™หกแต˜แต‰ แตˆแตƒสณแต‰แต แตแต˜หขโฑแถœ แต‡หกแต’แต

Finding Light Again

A teenager once sat on a rooftop, ready to give up. What saved him wasnโ€™t a dramatic rescue, but a shift of thoughtsโ€”ordinary reasons to stay that grew into a new life. Years later, his story carries a message of hope, reminding us that even in silence, Someone cares.

Even in the quiet, Someone cares

Lester was 17 when the weight inside him became unbearable. On the outside, he laughed with friends, showed up in class, did what was expected. But inside, his chest felt heavy, like carrying stones. Nights stretched endlessly, filled with thoughts that circled in the dark with no exit.

One evening, he sat on the rooftop, staring at the night sky that felt colder than ever. The city lights below looked distant, almost mocking, as if the world kept moving while he was stuck. His chest tightened with the thought that maybe this was itโ€”maybe there was nothing left worth holding on to.

The silence inside him screamed louder than the traffic, louder than the beating of his own heart. He was ready to surrenderโ€”until a train of thoughts broke through: the guitar he hadnโ€™t finished learning, the coffee shop he promised to visit with a friend, the smile of his sister when he cracked a dumb joke. Small things, almost ordinaryโ€”but suddenly they mattered.

One thought led to another, and before he realized it, the idea of staying felt heavier than the urge to leave. For the first time in weeks, he whispered to himself, โ€œNot tonight.โ€ Deep inside, he began to sense that even in the silence, Someone cared.

The next day, he sat down with a teacher he trusted and admitted, voice shaking, โ€œIโ€™m not okay.โ€ It wasnโ€™t easyโ€”the words felt heavyโ€”but once they were out, he realized he didnโ€™t have to carry everything alone. His teacher connected him with a counselor. Slowly, step by step, the silence inside began to loosen its grip.

Two years later, Lester is in college. He laughs with new friends over late-night coffee runs. He plays guitar at campus events. He studies subjects that once felt impossible, now fueling dreams for the future. He still has hard days, but now they come with better onesโ€”days filled with growth, purpose, and hope.

His story could have ended on that rooftop. Instead, it continuesโ€”with laughter, with purpose, with new reasons to stay. And thatโ€™s why every September, during Suicide Prevention Month, Lester tells it againโ€”because hope is real, help is real, and healing is possible.

Maybe the night sky hasnโ€™t changedโ€”but Lester has. Because now, he knows Someone cares.

One Gloomy Day with Friends โ€ข Darem Placer
Joyless includes One Gloomy Day with Friends

โ˜Ž๏ธ If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out. In the Philippines, call the NCMH Crisis Hotline at 1553. If youโ€™re in another country, check your local hotlines for immediate support.

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