No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry,
can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth.
t is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds
that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless.
It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being
that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises
to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night.
The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away.
The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them.
We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.