Anthem

Like sleepers, we drift down Night's cold corridors,

Unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling.

Then, in the distance, a ray of light

Appears, growing into a brightness

As white as an angel's wings.

And in its celestial glow

Our lives are forever altered.

This radiance is love

And in our illuminated souls

A new knowledge is formed.

Fantastic landscapes appear;

Choirs of Cherubim intone

A music never heard before:

While compassion unveils a world

Of warmth, kindness, unselfishness, and care.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

It is a light acquired by patience and pain,

Doubt and understanding, sorrow and forgiveness.

Encircled by torch-bearing angels

Banishing the dark.

We are transformed,

Transformed and Enlightened by these blessed

guides of love.

Love is light.