There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

- Sara Teasdale

There is much to be skeptical of in this world, so it no longer surprises me to learn how many people don't really believe in anything.

What's the point?

For many of us the road is a difficult one, but the path is always there for us to follow, no matter how many times we may fall.

The good news is that we can help you find your way back. Naturally...some days are...harder than others. But we must try. We all have doubts. The light of the mind alone cannot burn away all darkness.

Think on it, and look in your heart. It will be for the best.

When the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. The fire that had kept me alive, was love. Their love. God's love.

Right. You're not so certain. Fair enough, we all go to periods of darkness.

Of course in a world filled with misery and uncertainty, it is a great comfort to know that in the end there is light in the darkness. In such times we can turn to the lord but it's good to have friends, and the good lord knows there's much to be done here.