Hid not by darkness but by light
Just there beyond the edge of sight
Invisible by brightest day
They rise and stretch as sunlight fades
And blackness creeping, seeking souls
Quenches cold the ember’s glow.
Within this shadowed world I’ve seen
Nightmares merciless and mean
And yet among the horrors there
The richest treasures life can share
Await like stars hid in the gloom
Their glory shown when darkness looms.
There are people, bold and few,
Who tread this world of darkest hue,
Not to hide but there to aid
And comfort those without a guide
Forsaking their own peaceful sleep
To rescue souls in desperate need.
To know them is to have a dream
Within deepest imaginings
Of proclaiming in the light
Their noble deeds of darkest night
To give the due that they deserve
And so serve those who live to serve.
But they prefer to fade away
Like stars and sleep during the day,
Resting in a greater light
Where there’s no need to shine so bright
To find a healing of their own
And reap the peaceful seed they’ve sown.
And so I leave them undisturbed
Recovering in rest they’ve earned
I gladly toil the only way
I know their kindness to repay.
More like them I must become
These candles hidden in the sun.
This book is dedicated to all those who stood by us, prayed for us, fed us, and showed the greater truth of love, not by their words but in fact and deed with time and treasure. There are no words to convey what we received from you. We have nothing to give but our thanks.