Stars glitter in the sky above the campsite. Composed of nothing more than an obscure clearing in the forest on the edge of a glen, the tent shines brightly, like a flame. The faded yellow tarpaulin, giving off the air of age and neglect by daylight, becomes a beacon when lit from within by camping lanterns in the night. Make us beacons Oh Lord. Transform our aged and worn frames into beacons, lit from within by Your holy flame.