We Are Carrying Torches
We carry torches
on gloomy nights,
The paths glow beneath our feet,
And he who has a heart
thirsting for the light
will raise his eyes and heart to us -
To the light - and come.
No miracle happened to us
we found no vial of oil.
We walked to the valley
we ascended the mountain,
We discovered the hidden
springs of light.
No miracle happened to us
we found no vial of oil
We hewed stone until we bled -
and there was light.
