Somewhere, we know, there are armies,
those who mean us harm.
Yet, as we step together into this country shelter,
your hand is warm. I cannot see your face,
but the creatures, breathing softly in their stalls,
turn to watch us enter, their eyes solemn
and infinitely kind.
We have come,
as the ancient ones,
who placed the circle of stones
on this far, twelve-winded hill, came,
in other dark times,
to witness the rebirth of Light.
In such a place,
Light comes. Yes.
May you know the rebirth of Light
even in the darkest times.
Carolyn Kelley Williams