A flicker starts beneath the shadows, a spark I offer to the night. It’s small, but it keeps burning, waiting for another flame to rise. The ember drifts beyond its cradle, a slow red shimmer in the night. It travels gently through the shadows, carrying pieces of its light. A low current starts to gather, moving softly through the air. It rises with a quiet purpose, as if it knows someone is there. The silence cracks beneath the ember, a break that echoes through the air. The call becomes a living signal, and others start to feel it there. The glow moves outward, carrying what it’s become, The Light We Become The shadows shift as if awakened, their edges bending toward the glow. Shapes gather slowly in the darkness, answering what they now seem to know. A quiet pull begins to reach them, moving gently through the night. It gathers presence in the stillness, drawing shapes toward rising light. The moment shifts as more awaken, their forms now brightening in the night. The call becomes a shared awakening, as many rise to join the light. The many lift their glow into a single rise, The Light We Become The many glow with rising purpose, their forms now shining side by side. The call becomes the light they carry, a truth they hold and amplify. The hope we carry together The light we shine as our sun Is the light we become
