Even as early winter ice petrifies,
glazing what is open to outlying sovereignty,
an undercurrent flows unceasingly.
When moon is dark, geese yet adhere to flight,
their path laid out by pricks of light,
an endless artery towards journey’s end.
As my head is cradled in night’s dream
I feel your eternal breathsound within,
your whispered comfort that I am Love.
In this Advent season as we move towards Winter Solstice and new birth of Light…
In this time of political uncertainty and fear…
In these days of lengthening darkness…
May you flow through your days, not fighting against,
but moving to the song of our Truth.
May you fly through the depths trusting
our Light will lead us on our journey.
May you be held up in the breath of our Holy One
and fill your lungs with the certainty of compassion.
Beautiful verse and prayer too.
Thank you very much. ❤
Gorgeous writing as usual! Your words drips with life and hope. Thank you for sharing your gift… you love! PS. LOVE the snowflakes!!
Thank you, Rick. I really do appreciate your words. And, I love the snowflakes, too. They pop up every December. I forget about them until I see them. ❤