The divine life enkindled in the soul is the Light that has come into the darkness; it is the miracle of the holy night.
~ Edith Stein
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home ...