In times of darkness,
  let there be light.
In times of heartbreak,
  let there be light.
In times of uncertainty,
  let there be light.
In times of hatred,
  let there be light.
In times of fear,
  let there be light.
In times of broken peace,
  let there be light.
In times of prejudice,
  let there be light.
In times of negativity,
  let there be light.
And so it goes,
  The list is long.
Longer than the eight nights of Hanukkah .
  Longer than we have the strength to willing recall.
Still, each night of Hanukkah, we shed light.
  And each night we increase that light.
By the eighth night, entire rooms are ablaze in a wondrous glow,
  A glow which grows, as home by home the candles are lit.
If we are courageous …
  If we push beyond the tiredness …
If we join together as a community …
  As a nation …
As a people …
  As a world …
The lights of the hanukkiah can push back the blackness,
  Force the soulless night, back into nothingness.
And then, on the eighth night of Hanukkah
  All the world can become a haven,
a Mecca from which only good can spread.
  It is then that the true meaning of the Festival of Lights will shine.
And all of creation will be bathed in light.
