Sunday, 21 December 2014

On the threshold (a poem for the Winter solstice )




We remember, old friends,
the warmth of breath,
on the threshold now,
of new beginnings,
ecscaping the darkness,
bridging the void,
lighting  fires to rekindle,
the glow from within,
releasing again,
the eternal surge and flow,
of humanity's embrace,
hands stretched out,
travelling light,
mapping the invisible,
on this shortest day,
toasting new beginnings,
setting course on paths of freedom,
as moon's shadow casts its seed,
and the night dances,
with the cathedral of earth,
the white bones of winter,
yuletide brings gentleness to restore, 
to allow all things to become possible.

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