Carried Home

The world as we know it has come to an end. 
The transition to new is unknown.
Where do we turn when acceptance means struggle? 
What’s meant to hold us, once sturdy, is gone.
My goodness, this is what Faith must be for;
When Trust shines her brightest;
Where Patience is born.
When all else has crumbled and things aren’t so stable,
These three gentle virtues,
They carry us home.