Without Religion

Without religion, who would paint the frescoes, the Cistine chapel, or write the City of God? Without religion who would know the psalms that bring people comfort on their deathbeds, or waft incense in a solemn moment? Without religion, who walks with us at the end? Who holds our hands as we approach what we cannot know? Who keeps vigil by our casket, and weeps with us at the graveside? Who gives us hope that beyond the sorrow we know, is the reflection of joy?