The light of splendor shines in the middle of the night. Who can see it? A heart which has eyes and watches.
~ by Angelus Silesius
To the east comes the deep red light,
Triumph rising with the sun,
Full with the miracle of life,
Creative power within the light,
Daily renewal.
Sacred hoop, sacred life, let us greet you,
Heal our wounds, make us new.