"…And when night comes
…as come it will"
Words of a poem written now more than thirty-five years ago.
The coming of night, the gathering darkness, endless night, all images that we find in stories, myths, tales we humans tell ourselves when confronting those things we fear, those things too terrible for words.
Yet in those stories, myths, tales, we humans also speak of great light, lights, enlightenment.
Tonight as night again turns to day, as darkness again gives way to light, my wish for you, for me, for all of us, is that we might be bathed in light—however we might perceive it.
That we, should we walk in darkness, find it lifting, find it lessening, find our way to light once more.