Life. Joy and sorrow weave,
Questions of suffering, in our hearts they cleave.
If God created all, both the light and the dark,
Why must the innocent bear such a stark mark?
We seek answers in faith, in science, in art,
To heal the wounds that tear us apart,
For in our hands lies the power to mend,
To bring comfort and healing, until the very end.
Ink And Reason 