That which you see, looming over us,
Is both the future and our past:
We are the light that can choose to guide
The weary travelers home again;
Out of the shadows and back into
A kinder, gentler world
Whose denizens take care of one another:
Tend the sick, soothe the suffering,
Pity the afflicted, bless the dying
And shield all those
Who’ve found their way to Joy.
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