Steady the hand on the tiller that guides us through the night, as it has done a thousand nights before. Sharp the lookout that sets our course, no shoals unseen, no rocks uncharted, but vigilant without ceasing. Have faith in the one who steers this ship, for there is no captain greater. Others may have fought a struggle on a stormy sea, but this one has only to speak for the waves to fall asleep, for the wind to fill the sails, and for the stars to point the way home. Do not be afraid of what is to come, for this is a spirit ship, her crew a wild band of believers, bound for calmer waters and the far light of freedom just over the horizon.
