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.

Light comes.

May you know the rebirth of Light

even in the darkest times.

Carolyn Kelley Williams