The depths of darkest night is when I pray into the 
Starry abyss full of all the pinpoints of light planted
To receive the gift of all the sorrow, heartache, wonder
A web of love meant to hold and scatter the promise of
Hope on the winds, flowing on the glow of milky rivers
Spun with all the unifying prayers of the ages meant
To be put into the open arms of One greater than
We all the cries, all the joys, all the wonder run 
Together in the dark velvet of night, the healing balm
Wrought in the sprinkled sky of night