So you speak to me of sadness,

The fear that is within you now that seems to never end.

You are a child of the universe, no less then the trees and stars: you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Come and stand beside us; we can find a better way.

Words stolen from a John Denver song and the prayer Desiderata