We walk as seekers through the night,
With trembling hearts and flickering light,
Each soul a spark, a flame to tend,
Each wound a doorway we must mend.
And in our striving, rise we must—
From clay to stars, from fear to trust.

Love is the compass, deep and wide,
That guides the silence we hold inside.
It sees the tears we try to hide,
And walks with us, step by step beside.
Through shadows thick, through skies unknown,
It whispers: – You are not alone.

To touch the edge of what is true,
We must see me reflected in you.
No soul ascends this path apart—
We rise together, heart by heart.
In giving, we receive the flame
That calls us gently back by name.

The mountain top, the deepest well,
Each has a story still to tell.
Our birthright waits in silent grace—
Not in a place, but in the face
Of every traveler lost and torn,
A light that breaks when we are born.

So let us lift each other high,
Hold space for tears we do not cry.
Let presence be our greatest prayer,
Let kindness fill the very air.
The road is steep,
the journey long—
But joined in love, we both belong.

And when at last we’ve reached the door,
Not needing more, not seeking more,
We’ll pause upon the path again,
And when a stranger comes, as then—
We’ll meet their eyes, and hold them tight,
And whisper softly:
– I love you.
– Thank you.

– Christer