There’s a story here too, of a time of hopeless crisis faced – and in the end, miraculously turned around:
“I sat by a dying fire, and I saw it blaze anew.
I spoke a name to the trembling flame
And the face of the midnight moon.
And as the sparks flew upward
Within the shifting smoke,
In the voice of a bird I’d never heard
I told myself God Spoke.
The plaintive cry of an unseen bird
Became a simple choice:
I’ll hold your hand for as long as I can,
And I’ll listen to your voice”