Divine sparks dwell in all that’s been.

The flame does not fade, it sighs,
Where starlight meets ancient eyes.

Through ruins dimmed by shadow’s reign,
One vessel’s secret broke the chain.

Silent stone bore distant cries,
As oil bloomed eight-fold in darkened skies.

Steel resolve in hearts once shaken,
Maccabees rise, courage awakened.

We chase the spark through storied night,
Threads of wonder, sacred light.

Temple walls to stars reply:
“Our faith burns bold, it does not die.”

Spin dreidels swift, laughter ascends,
A universe turns where hope transcends.

Candles blaze in defiance clear,
“Though shadows fall, flame is near.”

Lights pulse steady, boundless, bright,
Infinite truths reborn in flight.

Cosmic whispers from realms unseen:
“Divine sparks dwell in all that’s been.”