In the close and holy darkness,

Our eyes see only stars, only moon, only silhouette of black trees against the brilliant snow.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our longing draws near.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our ears hear strangely under the clouds, through fog, over snow.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our yearning draws near.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our hearts are aching and questioning, yearning and longing.

In the holy and holy darkness,

Our hopelessness draws near.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our minds desire the Sun of hope, the Light of love, the New Day dawning.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our responsibility draws near.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our spirits know that if the Sun is to rise, the Light to shine, the Day to come,

Born of the close and holy darkness

We must Turn the Wheel, we must Be the Light, we must bend the arc of the universe

toward justice.

In the close and holy darkness,

Our bodies take up the task.

In the close and holy darkness,

We know the light will come again.