Love will come through

I almost cried in class today. It might have been so, but the time is not yet.

It's hard to stand up in front of them, knowing at the back of my head that the countdown has already started. It's painful to look at their faces, the faces I have come to love and grow fond of, and think about the day I have to leave. I need to know, I desperately need to know, need to believe, that an idealist can survive in this world.

Lord, empower me with love, wisdom and strength, that as I set forth my remaining days, I may not let them down.

Oh captain, my captain.