Why? Why the innocent, punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the
pain? There aren’t any promises. Nothing certain. Only that some
get called, others saved. She won’t ever know of the hardship and
grief of those of us left behind. We committ these bodies to the
void with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is a promise of
a flower, and within each death, no matter how small, there is
always a new life. A new beginning.
