I saw faith through the window,
A holy light burning in the trees,
So under the rug,
I brushed my sin,
A chance to repent again.
For some it may be an old street light,
Though for I,
It was nigh,
I see a new life,
Echoing in the storms of night.
I was gazing through the window when I saw a street light, bended by the trees into a sigil of strength for us in these hard times. We can rest sound knowing the light is coming, that darkness has had its day, and it’s time for us to take the throne of Nótt. To set fire to this temple, walking out burnt, but ready to rebuild.
