And now these three remain:
faith, hope, and Love.
But the greatest of these is Love.
My neighbors fill me with words sweeter than molasses,
but then shed their masks of deception
in the depths of night
to contrive my demise.
but LOVE remains
Though in my pilgrimage I walk alone
through the darkest valley,
Satan and all the demons of hell surround me.
My nostrils burn with the reek of burning flesh.
My ears are filled with the mind numbing wailing of Hell's residence.
They pierce my sides with flaming spears and I weep long after my tears are gone.
Yet still, Love remains.
Love is patient, Love is kind.
Love is the enveloping embrace of my Father.
Love is the tears flowing down my face when I return home from my wandering.
Love is my Rock eternal.
-- Jeremiah K., 9th-12th Grade