Beyond the ice, beyond the shadow of this place, out past the edge of darkness and chill, there is something shining. I see it, lighthouse glow on the shore I’m heading towards, I see it as it spins slow, beam of promise then night, then beam again. Swirl through the fog, through the mist that rises between what I am and what I’ll be.
What lies beyond? If we are ahead, we reach out our hand to you. We all have stories ....we share. I trust the mists, I have faith. We prevail and help each other as we strain our vision to see what's next. This sharing here, is a beam of light. Thanks.
If only Jane Eyre had these words while painting her own evening star, maybe she would have saved herself a whole lot of trouble.