Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, December 23, 2017


So dark the morn
For no other reason
Than it is that time

As year flows to year
Darkness comes and darkness grows

ever darker

in the black place
beauty hides

the trees melt into an abyss
and peaks and sky blend
until the soaring greatness of the mountain
is lost

black upon black

but even in this dark time
light will come
slowing pushing aside the gloom
until brilliant
the sun turns the cold morning into
white and blue
and diamonds gleaming scattered

snow and ice gathering the light
recklessly sharing their joy

and though we march ever deeper into darkness
solstice will come and
the blackness will turn, will turn

and the world will grow
ever brighter
for this the flow
of each day, each year
this is the pattern of life, of history

the darkness comes
but we, the lovers of light
keep walking, keep living
keep loving
keep hoping

for each year that moment comes
solstice, Advent
the beginning of the beginning
when all is about to turn

and in that moment
we people, living in the dark
remember, if we do not see, the light

and our hearts sing of what is to come
of justice, and love, equity and compassion
generosity and forgiveness

and our souls cry out
for the world is about to turn

(Thanks to the Canticle of the Turning by Gary Daigle, Rory Cooney & Theresa Donohoo

 for inspiration and hope)

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