Blessed are those who see the dark; they shine upon the hour.
A light shines out a light shines in, a beacon on a tower.
They do not shun the lurking shadows; they do not close the doors.
Instead, they open up themselves and ask if there is more.
A tear will fall, a cry may sound, but every breath is strong.
Each battle fought with spitting fury regardless of how long.
In careful corners of the world
plays ignorance and innocence.
By circumstance or by their choosing,
confidence is but false bliss.
Blessed are those who see the dark; they shine upon the hour.
The truth be known, and shadows shown! And welcome in the power.
INGRID E FABER 