A Mist has fallen so that we cannot see,

We are deaf to all

but the tolling of the bell.

The path is hidden for our eyes are veiled.

Winter is here.

We are awakened by the cold winds

that strip the trees bare

Our roots are forced to go deep.

The Holy fire erupts,

sending the foolish virgins away.

The Phoenix arises from the ashes,

The sanctuary has arisen from our brokeness.

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