Love endures the closed doors. It keeps speaking to deaf ears. It keeps reaching for hands that refuse to take hold. It locks its gaze on eyes that have long looked away. It does not grow angry. It does not become proud. It does not insist on its own way. It lays itself low, wipes the dusty footprints off its back, then quickly sprints ahead to lay itself down once more. It is silent in the storm and unshaken. It is patient to wait for the storm to pass. It hopes and does not give up. It never fails to have faith even when faith has been lost in it.