Tonight, silent at the window of my hill’s cabin,
I see sparkling lights on the dark horizon,
evidence of the human presence.
Suddenly, I realize that, unlike sunny lights,
powerful and made by hidden an Almighty,
these ones are made and sent by companions,
fallible human comrades like anyone of us.
Really fallible, but full capable of, on solitary
and wild night, just as if by magic,
warm and encourage so poor a fellow’s soul.