[Not a Religious Poem]

Lionized by ways the world uncurls,
In coldness kept by darkness bloomed,
We huddle up, our warmth unfurled,
And dream the wonder of the moon.
Men and women of the secret,
Ever pitched with focused eyes,
Fully conscious of the skit
The world incessantly retries --
So we are and so we stay
With love and laughter, unafraid,
Until the breaking of the day,
And night brings angels to our aid.