Veilmarch

Part IV

Where the fire dims, you will rest.

Where the water stills, you will wait.

Where the stars gather, you will be known.

The night will name you without speaking.

It will call you by what you have done,

what you have lost,

and above all,

what you still dare to hope for.

And you will stand

finally

beneath the holy light

and feel yourself belong

to something vaster, lovelier than pain.