Too many bad things have happened recently in the world. This is a candle to burn for Hope. But, how to make it bright? Space brings in the Light.
Excerpt from Archibald Macleish's, "JB": blow on the coal of the heart, beloved the coal of the heart it is all the light now all that we have blow on the coal of the heart the candles in temples are out. the lights have gone out in the sky blow on the coal of the heart and we'll see by and by we'll see where we are the wit won't burn and the wet soul smolders blow on the coal of the heart and we'll know... we'll know...
