Hint

Just a hint, streaks across the sky.
The storm is ending, signals of light.
Far away, still covered by the darkness.
What has been is coming to an end.
What will be has yet to start, but oh
The joy in just the smallness of
Orange released. Into the world
For flame has gone out which
Cannot be snuffed out. It is the
Wonder of all who watch it.
Because we forever take its sign.
To be for us the thing which we
Hold onto in the worst of it.
It will guide us through, it will
Keep those who harbor it in peace.
Because hope cannot die, even on
The edge of the darkest night.