Faith

"The vine tendrils are wonderful. How it spreads, how it gropes everywhere! How it twines itself on grass, wire, twigs! what knots it ties! The mindless vine! Even more wonderful is the ampelopsis that climbs up walls. Its sticky little fingers grow and cling to the smoothest wall. They cling so tightly that they can hardly be torn off. The silk thread-thin grasping fibres of the cobaea! How they penetrate every crevice, every crust! Whether thin or thick, to which it must cling, and whether round or square, the kobaea binds its life to it. If God did not give the unwise plant its grasping, clinging power without reason, does the tendrils, finger, chain, and thread of the human heart, stronger than all, bind the living to the departed without reason?"