When festivals occur this year,
It feels like a misnomer.
The year has rung out its knells;
The world is a quiet mourner.
The lights aren’t so many
As they were a year ago;
Smiles were easier then –
Hearts hadn’t burnt out so.
Hope rests in each light lit,
That’s what it’s all about,
In the loudest night,
A lionhearted shout!
It may not be heard,
It may not be seen,
But what an experience
This learning has been!
Hearts Still Care 