Fear
is the fuel which compels us upward.
Loss
is what God uses to keep us upright.
Death
is the curtain finally falling.
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Prayer
is the wish to stave off the mean hunger of being alive.
Faith
is us, huddled in light, peering off like worried children into the bowels of darkness.
Love
is us again —eyes locked, hands clasped —for the duration of the show.
