Born of Light

Out of the dark night of the soul once more

I breathe beyond that penitential air

And far above the clouded mind I soar

To regions beautiful beyond compare,

The silent places where the being heals

And tempered in the hearth the sword of will

Wields the truth-word as the morning steals

Across the spirit's landscape, calm and still.

We must recall the path that led us here,

Right attitude allowing grace to flow,

Acknowledging light, extinguishing all fear,

Accepting that something has our souls in tow.

Through consecration surely we shall Know

We are born of light and into light we go.