Chaos evolves

To create something new, must something else really die? To be reborn, must there always be pain? Why must change breed so much fear? And is it within this fear that we find ourselves needing a God? One definable point to which we may go for guidance, to lay the blame, to project our demand for reason, for purpose? In these hardest of times, I drown in questions, fear, until change brings it's movement, it's voice. Until chaos evolves into hope, by way of faith, friendship and the simple will, to keep going.