They came to this coast with hope — some bearing the cross, some the compass, some the dream of a better world. Many labored with honesty, taught, healed, served, and died far from their homeland, leaving behind no stone, no family name, no lighted candle to mark their rest.
Here, in this place of tides and ships, we remember them too — the souls without descendants, builders without monuments, believers without names.
May the sea that carried them be gentle to their memory. May the light of God, whom they sought in their own way, shine upon them now and forever.
Every life, named or forgotten, has left a trace in the soil beneath us. To remember them is not an act of sorrow, but of gratitude; a quiet acknowledgment that we are the living continuation of their prayers, their courage, and their unfinished hope.
Without them, there is no us — no language upon our tongue, no road beneath our feet, no faith carried in our hearts.
"Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen."