Once in Alaska, long ago on a winter night,
darker than any darkness I have known,
the light I carried failed
and I was alone with that most ancient fear.
The one that haunted us before there was fire.

Disoriented, I knew if I walked the wrong way
I might go on walking forever
wearing the night like a shroud.
I prayed into the icy wind
sent out streamers of breath like a lifeline.

Then I saw a light, a single light
A cabin light just beyond the trees.
The Spirit is the light that comes to us
when we need it most
the Ancient light that calms our fear
the hope as old as fire.

The words of Steven Charleston.